three random photos,
one random pony,
lots of random thoughts in my head.
I haven't written the literary essay that's due today, I just can't form proper, sharp sentences. it's all a blur, really, and I can't make all the separate thoughts
melt into an essay that would make sense. the book I need to write on was exceptionally good, the secret history by Donna Tartt.
I suggest you read it.
English matriculation exam on Friday morning and I haven't studied a bit.
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