One step closer and one step further.
I should be on my way straight to panic. There is Nanowrimo and there is a babel of feelings - either can drown me for good. I have nothing at hand, and so I just go forth.
Maybe I can buy a fountain pen and be back to those days with ink tracing my palm all thanks to clumsiness. There is no ctrl+z in real life, my hand is terribly shaking at each move; though if I dare not writing or drawing it now, there will nothing ever coming in sight.
Back in those days, let me dream bigger and fly higher.
On a random note, I still hate wisdom teeth. And there goes my cissy handwriting.
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Then it comes to certain things I hate. Perhaps I am demanding too much. Perhaps I am too possessive. Perhaps I am greedy enough to turn hostile against whatever meant well. But then I am content with other things so sensual priorities are fucked up :3c
Says who is sleep-deprived and got high over pink unicorns.
Maybe I can buy a fountain pen and be back to those days with ink tracing my palm all thanks to clumsiness. There is no ctrl+z in real life, my hand is terribly shaking at each move; though if I dare not writing or drawing it now, there will nothing ever coming in sight.
Back in those days, let me dream bigger and fly higher.
On a random note, I still hate wisdom teeth. And there goes my cissy handwriting.
.
Then it comes to certain things I hate. Perhaps I am demanding too much. Perhaps I am too possessive. Perhaps I am greedy enough to turn hostile against whatever meant well. But then I am content with other things so sensual priorities are fucked up :3c
Says who is sleep-deprived and got high over pink unicorns.