This precarious, painfully slow typing is getting old fast. Computer, baby I'm sorry. Come back. I'll do anything. I need you like a hormonal teenage girl with social media additions needs the internet.
You know that moment when a guy is too shy to give you his number to your face, so he writes you a tiny note and tells you not to open it til he leaves? It's so cute. :3
Snapchat is the reason I never get anything done. Who can focus on chemical formulas when you can make yourself puke rainbows?
Love and rainbow vomit,
Victory
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