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Today's the last day of classes. And it's snowing. I'm exhausted from working late last night then staying up and chatting with one of my beloved roommates. It amazes me how in such a short amount of time we've gone from absolute strangers-probably someone I never would have met, had it not been for random assignments in our apartment complex-to being good friends and pouring our souls out to each other at 2 in the morning. 

We talked a lot about the genuine quality of people and how it seems more and more we're met with fake faces and personalities left to cloud our judgement of people. I am always trying to make a conscious effort to give off every aspect of my personality so there's almost no surprises, and for whatever reason this gives off an air of mystery because no one puts their hearts on their sleeve anymore. 

Screw all the mystery and hidden sides and fake smiles. Just be yourself, it's not as hard as it seems.

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