reading that essay outline was equal with an extremely spectacular suffering. eventually, i'm done with that but i can hardly say that i'm satisfied with the result.
(these ambulance cars never stop... they are doing that now, they did it before i went to sleep... they're definitely not through.)
smelling the rain in the morning is as unique as last friday - the whole day - was. or it was more, much more. all of my senses got the best and my heart was filled with ... life? right now, i'm jealous of my friday-self.
never know what's gonna happen.
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