I'm SAMANTHA/SAM/CARROT. Troll in specs, laugh like the world's ending and sarcasm-ception is my favorite storybook. A fangirl, a writer, a dreamer.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
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"The Doctor's darkest hour. He will rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further."
"number hundred-and-fifty."
This is such a boring beginning but oh well,i can't be bothered.
Working in another one-and-a-half hour till night arrives and i really can't be bothered as well.
I really thought of quiting very often.

Pleaseeeeeeee,i'm super duper ultra extremely lazy and thats already an understatement.

Anyway,days are passing on like seconds passing away in an hour.
I hadn't done much to my piano which is standing all alone at the corner of my house for many many months and of course,i'm suffering the consequences.I can't play as well as I use to.This is what you call skill rusting like a rusted nail isn't it?Or whatever it is called.Exam is in another two months or less and this is very very very urgent matter.Gosh,my mother will so going to slaughter me.Or rather i'll commit sucide first.

This is killing and my mood?


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