Once upon a time it was 11:30pm and I had a burst of productivity and spent 45 minutes cleaning my bedroom because according to my overworked brain I would have to die in my sleep if I didn't. It's like how if I don't take a certain amount of steps in a pavement then I'm gonna be shot in the back or something.
Ya feel me?
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The Mess I Call My Brain
RandomOriginally this book was going to be somewhat logical and I was going to talk about school work and review movies, book, tv shows etc. but now it's literally me just talking about random stuff. I will happily talk about topics people want me to tal...
