i found my mushroom. but it escaped.
i recently found out i'm very weak in english. especially in literature. it's very hard for me to interpret fiction. the consequences of being a realist. hell will freeze over once i start writing my short story. crap.
my plant is not growing. there are no flowers. i waste five minutes of my time watering it. and all it gives me are goddamn leaves. every day new leaves. all the time leaves. i hate green.
i recently found out i'm very weak in english. especially in literature. it's very hard for me to interpret fiction. the consequences of being a realist. hell will freeze over once i start writing my short story. crap.
my plant is not growing. there are no flowers. i waste five minutes of my time watering it. and all it gives me are goddamn leaves. every day new leaves. all the time leaves. i hate green.
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