Adjusting.
Dear Roommate, Im fly without wings, so im always going sore i don't mean to exaggerate i just don't wanna bore. How many years you going spend in college you know atleast four i dont need my own dorm room atleast i ain't sleeping on the floor. I might take a shower and spend about a hout, but i've recently learned time management is power. On my way to school i take a regular commute , but i think it'd be nice to just walk across the streets might as well have two feet. I might be discreet and they might be known the only thing im worried about is having time alone. I don't get sick. so i don't wanna go home, but that doesn't mean you not. you might be all night on your phone i really don't mind because im not in control. If i wake up a little late i probably didn't wanna go to school at all i might leave my key trying to rush ou the door. Im not irresponsible call me absent minded but atleast my name on the attendace won't have absent behind it.
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