PERFECT

In a perfect world, I would be the proud owner of everything shown above.

In a perfect world, I will not struggle to wake up at 7 in the morning and, in the midst of trying to snooze the twenty alarms I've set, sleep-called Belly.

In a perfect world, I would have realise that shortening 'methods' to 'meth' is a bad idea and my notes will not read "attribute>internal" or "meth>for kids".

In a perfect world, that inconspicuous upper-inner-thigh-flab will cease to exist.

In a perfect world, I will always remember to use conditioner.

In a perfect world, the layers of my hair will grow out faster and the hair ends on the left side will be committed to curl inwards all the time.

In a perfect world, I will not know the lyrics to A$AP Rocky's Fuckin' Problem.
The dollar sign in his name just says it all doesn't it.

If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it/If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'/Yes Lord, I don't really say this often/But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast

I have absolutely no idea why I find this song catchy.

In a perfect world, awkward moments will not happen and I will not be easily distracted during revision.

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