How much can I write about late nights, up alone with only music and bad habits and the internet keeping me company?
A lot, apparently.
Right now I'm wallowing in nostalgia and not sleeping, which I should be doing since I have a Chinese test in the morning. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's not doing what I should be doing. I'd say that some day this will cost me dearly, but I'm sure it already has, in subtle and ultimately painful ways.
Listen to this song.
Another glass of water, and off to bed. 明天，我要考式。明天晚上，自由。
史大韦
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