You know what that is? That’s the jar where I wrote all the happy things in my life this year. That is literally my happiness shattered on the floor all because of an open window. I’m never opening that motherfucker again. It’s just a jar and a mirror (well fuck, seven years of unluckiness coming my way, JUST WHAT I NEEDED) but because I’m so stressed about the university entrance exam tomorrow I cried more than I probably should have. Idek if I should pick up the papers or put them in the trash. 
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