Well. It's 2:26 am. And I'm scrounging to do a Philosophy assignment. I should have been done with it...well, last month, and I still have to pack to go home. Why do I wait until the last possible moment to do anything? I usually just regret it in the end.
I feel like I'm being haunted by my mind. It won't let me rest. It keeps telling me that I've made more mistakes than I deserve to make, and that I'll be paying for them for the rest of eternity. The weird thing is, the prospect doesn't bother me as much as it should. Because I know I do deserve it. To pay for it, I mean. I've always chosen wrong, and it's about time I start to atone for those choices.
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