I love being left out
I love putting my all and not being appreciated
I love losing all my data
I love fucking up
I love people not fucking caring about me
Can you sense the sarcasm?
When I was a sophomore UNC, I've experienced the stress of being an event planner. Something exhilarating, something exciting, and something new every fucking day. yet this year, it's different.
what the fuck am i doing?
... to be continued
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