There once was a girl with potential,
Who struggled with things existential.
She wrote down her thoughts,
In scribbles and blots,
While wondering, “Have I gone quite mental?”
THE END
(This message brought to you by: Monday.)
There once was a girl with potential,
Who struggled with things existential.
She wrote down her thoughts,
In scribbles and blots,
While wondering, “Have I gone quite mental?”
THE END
(This message brought to you by: Monday.)
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I love it soo true! You are an inspiration!:)
Haha, thanks. I like to see it as “laughing at my little failures so the rest of the world doesn’t have to.”