Sometimes, I have a really short fuse and would rather just go to bed and call it a day before the day is even over. Sometimes, for no good reason, I want to cross my arms and pout it out because it sounds like the best solution. Sometimes, I just don't feel like doing anything. Sometimes I don't understand why I'm in one of these moods to begin with. It's allowed, without any explanation.
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