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Thank you for making me a Supergirl

It's painful. At least I'm getting used to it.
I feel like a bitch for having these thoughts.
Bitch I will be, for I'm exhausted putting the whole world before myself.
If you don't cherish this then so be it.
Cried my eyes out the day before 1003 over this whole shit. Worth it? no.  

Lab on Tuesday was bittersweet. Happy me is happy. Came up with the logic for solving the question! Felt good being able to explain what the circuit was about to my dad. Sad me is sad that I forgot to power up one side of the breadboard, finishing everything 5 minutes after 5, and my lab TA zao-ed on the dot at 5.

Life is pretty fine as it is now.

Little creepy girl with her little creepy face, saying funny things that you have never heard.
Do you know what it's all about? Are you brave enough to figure out?
Know that you could set your world on fire, if you are strong enough to leave your doubts.
She has a little gift, an amazing thing.
She will go and set the world on fire, no one ever thought she could do that.
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