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I wanna stay in my room forever.

I changed the icon beside my URL. But knowing me, I can't stick to one. I keep on changing the damn thing every 5 minutes. And yes, I still am browsing on the net for a different one. So I get tired of things easily. Sue me.

Anyway, school again tomorrow. I don't feel like going anywhere for the next decade. Okay, that was such an exaggeration, but seriously, I just wanna stay here in my room. Surf the internet, watch television, read some books, lie down, sleep, eat, listen to music. Ugh. I just wish I can do that for the rest of my life.

But I can't. Since it would be extremely stupid for anyone to do that.


Okay, so, I'm hungry.
And I can't think straight.
Can't even blog about anything that actually makes sense.
I am so bummed out. Damn it.

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