I have a Human Geography research paper due at 8:30 Wednesday morning.
It's not started yet.
Not only that, but I don't have a topic yet (that I think will work . . .).
The funny thing is that, at this point, I don't care.
This is sad . . . but not too sad.
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Don't worry.
He's still there for us, even when we don't know what to write our essays about.
Sometimes I wonder if that's when he loves us the most, or if it's just when we (can, should, don't always) see it the most.
I'm not worried. That's what worries me.
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