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Hello, journal ( Read more... )

All alone at the restaurant, two empty chairs infront of me ( Read more... )

It's the first week of school; my mind is still in vacation mode, and the days are going by slowly. And I'm still so lazy, waking up near noon on my day off. Taking my time doing everything, leaving no time to sweat or clean. How do I get out of my lazy skin, and in to my business suit? All the while, there's no rush in my bones to shed, because my ( Read more... )

There I go again. Making another decision that isn't my own due to my father's brainwashing words. First it was the mistake of taking university-level math all four years of high school (which I now regret because I did not get a chance to develop my basic math skills, and now it's too late), and now it's not having gone to school for journalism. ( Read more... )