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I feel kind of guilty that I have a fridge full of food and have been eating on the run all week. Fast food makes me feel gross and zombie-like. No me gusta the effects of final exams. I can't wait to get home to Polish-style cuisine and holiday cooking.

You spent half of your life trying to fall behind.
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind.
It was so easy, and the words so sweet.
You can't remember.
You try to move your feet.

Thankfully, the craziness is almost over! Moving out tomorrow...not sure what will become of all of this food. I feel shamefully wasteful.