Caution (for myself)

This site will be genuinely useless for you and the human race, so you know what to do next.
I am an exceptionally ordinary procrastinator with the urge to explode 9¾ times per day. I will not surprise if this site turned out to be another abandoned web junk for I've had them enough in my pocket way before you'll ever find a way to acknowledge me. I am a confused kid who dares herself to heal. I am currently working as part time muggle. When I hit the make-new-blog button, all I was thinking about is how I love the feeling of getting new stuff. Like my brand new 3 inches thick novel or my new pair of shoes, I like the feeling this new born site gave me.
Now please excuse me for I have four classes I should attend tomorrow (technically today but I haven't fallen asleep so today hasn't ended yet) and I haven't even rested my shoulders from today's activity (technically yesterday oh whatever).

I am currently listening to an extraordinary wonderful song called 'This Isn't the End' at this very moment. I wish I won't fall asleep sad and will wake up sober.

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