somedays, my life is put together.
with a placemat.
and a hot cup of herbal tea.
some days
are grab-the-top-ramen-off-the-stove-and-eat-it-from-the-pan days.
I feel like those days fulfill me more.
who says it's better to be put together, anyway?
I'll trump you yet, finals.
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