Final Year. Time to make it COUNT. Time to make it SIGNIFICANT. And time to finally put MYSELF first, and fuck those ppl who had been receiving, but NOT deserving, such gracious assistance from yours truly. Always easier said than done, but the words 'final year' oozes an aura that just demands that little extra effort to make it work. After so long, I have finally seen the truth. It's ugly, and it's time to accede to the requests and advice of others, and get away from the ugly truth. We gonna rock this final year. But first, IBF and Macro. =.=
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