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I don't like pumpkin spice lattes.
Nothing is more comforting when you're ripped during class than realizing that the kid sitting next to you is just as stoned as you are.
New Zealand. Hot.
I hate when I'm discussing something that I'm passionate about and I just start shaking. I don't know why or how to stop it and it makes me feel really nervous to speak up in class because it is so embarrassing. Just because I don't say anything in class doesn't mean I don't have anything to say or that I don't want to participate, I just hate humiliation.
Morgan Rykken. That is all.
Peterson, fourth floor, has an extremely attractive guy ;)
Thank you so much to the two people who ran out in the rain and fought with the Pipers thunder sticks around the Heights quad. Day. Made.
I have so many friends but all they see is my nice guy exterior I portray. What they don't know is I am depressed all the time. No one loves me and I don't know why.