Fuck you, mind
Being in summer, I sometimes wonder what I'm doing, what I've been doing, and what I've done in my life. Yes, I sound like someone who had lived half a century of her life, but no, I'm still 19 and this is exactly what I have in mind.
Nah, never mind. It's summer. With (almost) nothing to do, my mind tends to wander freely, too far that it reaches the point where it questions philosophically.
Nah, never mind. It's summer. With (almost) nothing to do, my mind tends to wander freely, too far that it reaches the point where it questions philosophically.