What a dour world we must appear to be. People, at any hour, walk around with such scowls on their faces. It seems as if no one is having a good time. It's difficult to be pleasant in a world of brooding looks, but perhaps I'll try harder tommorrow
Reason for writing:
Walking to class, people just looked so damn befouled.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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