The thing I hate most about me

Is my time life. I never know the actual date or time. It’s either day or night, summer warm or winter cold. Having a lifetime of odd shifts has turned me into one of those people who are incapable of saying oh, it’s Monday, BE RESPONSIBLE. It’s more like I have X amount of hours before I have to do Y, therefore I can only sleep or play for X amount of time. The variable of X changes every month so I can’t keep a damn schedule to save my life.

Lo siento, y’all. I’m just confused on what day/time it is.

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    WORD!
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