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My roommates left for the weekend. My room is empty and clean. It's so comfortable to sit on my bed with nothing to do, to just read and look at this space that is my own, and for now, nobody else's.
I want to write everything down, because once I get old I'm going to think about these days as the happiest of my life, and I want to remember exactly how they were.
I want to write everything down, because once I get old I'm going to think about these days as the happiest of my life, and I want to remember exactly how they were.