Today's my bday.
I'm exhausted.
I left my class in the middle of it, caught a cab home, and got in bed.
I missed my night class.
I have no regrets.
29 is the year of total self-care and self-love.
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Today's my bday.
I'm exhausted.
I left my class in the middle of it, caught a cab home, and got in bed.
I missed my night class.
I have no regrets.
29 is the year of total self-care and self-love.
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