All the late nights are going to my head;
I study and study 'til I could drop dead.
(The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.)
Maybe I've thought this too many times over,
But being in high school is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
All the late nights are going to my head;
I study and study 'til I could drop dead.
(The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.)
Maybe I've thought this too many times over,
But being in high school is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!
I'm probably making a mountain out of a molehill, but it's hard to think rationally at 11 pm.
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