My dears, I extend to you my deepest apologies.
Twas never my intent to be away for so very long.
My soul has been bought by a higher power who has done nothing by eat away at my hope and sense of wonder.
I embarked on a journey with a friend who has since left me alone on a quest for satire and judgement.
I have explored the readings of Dostoevsky far more than I ever believed possible, all the while my stock of pizza rolls has slowly withered away.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner and with it comes a time no college student accepts with dignity.
Tis hell week.
The week that we sleep in library cubicles, cry in dormitory showers, and waste away in the psycholoigcal services center.
In the coming days I shall write over 20 pages about subjects I once cared about, things I once believed in.
I shall take exams that do not, in fact, measure my intelligence but my ability to memorize.
And I shall just hope that it is enough to receive a mark worthy of the higher power's approval.
Then, and only then, my dearest shall I be able to sleep peacefully and full embrace the season that is upon us.
If I do not survive, I leave to you everything I have held dear in the hopes that you do not fall victim to the Man.
Except for my Fall Out Boy albums. Those bitches are going in the ground with me.
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Twas never my intent to be away for so very long.
My soul has been bought by a higher power who has done nothing by eat away at my hope and sense of wonder.
I embarked on a journey with a friend who has since left me alone on a quest for satire and judgement.
I have explored the readings of Dostoevsky far more than I ever believed possible, all the while my stock of pizza rolls has slowly withered away.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner and with it comes a time no college student accepts with dignity.
Tis hell week.
The week that we sleep in library cubicles, cry in dormitory showers, and waste away in the psycholoigcal services center.
In the coming days I shall write over 20 pages about subjects I once cared about, things I once believed in.
I shall take exams that do not, in fact, measure my intelligence but my ability to memorize.
And I shall just hope that it is enough to receive a mark worthy of the higher power's approval.
Then, and only then, my dearest shall I be able to sleep peacefully and full embrace the season that is upon us.
If I do not survive, I leave to you everything I have held dear in the hopes that you do not fall victim to the Man.
Except for my Fall Out Boy albums. Those bitches are going in the ground with me.
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