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Alone at home, I watched how the evening transcended into night.
Days passed so quickly that I can't even catch my breath. Running 2.4 this morning just proved how much my lungs are ailing. But I know how it sucks to run slower than before. It'll probably hurt as much as forgetting about a dream I once had. So, I did break my own record after all. A day passed in absolute subconsciousness. In the sleepiness, everything was dreamlike and hence went well. We set foot on the orange marble floor and walked though a sleeping business district that wasn't its usual hectic self on a Saturday morning. We bought art materials from Artfriend, and I hope my new paintbrushes will totally get me into the mood of doing a larger-than-life painting.
School has been mundane and hopeless.
And fuck PW.
You are nowhere near the ordinary sphere of my reality.