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summer again. i think it’s funny to want to write. the only reason i say this is because there is no motivation, like now i clicked write a new entry, not knowing what i was going to write. i decided not to, but i knew i wasn’t going to get out of bed. so i’m just going to talk about things. literally anything. stevie nicks, im sad she’s not a witch in real life. just a catalyst for one of the best styles anyone could adapt. if someone twirled with me while wearing a long velvet shawl, i don’t know, it might be first sight. i was going to study a lot more, but again, motivation is a bitch to synthesize. and shifting, why is scripting so hard? im going crazy. i hate rehearsals. i have like, three weeks, then rehearsals, and florida, which i don’t want to go. but i guess it’s a closer to this chapter. don’t forget about me. pls?