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its a bittersweet feeling to be too busy to write about what Ive been doing with myself...
Its good.
but then, I dont write about the adventures or the bullshit
or look back hardly at all.
and the memories of all the random shit that's consumed my life/energy lately become very cloudy...
then people say "what's up?"
and I say "nothing much"
{I finally got another moment to spend at the coffee shop}
Its good.
but then, I dont write about the adventures or the bullshit
or look back hardly at all.
and the memories of all the random shit that's consumed my life/energy lately become very cloudy...
then people say "what's up?"
and I say "nothing much"
{I finally got another moment to spend at the coffee shop}