& so I am nineteen.
Nothing. I feel nothing.
Work is so mundane, I know I can't complain. I asked for it myself, to be away from the sweltering heat, tuck away in the comfort of an air-conditioned room, preserving (what little I have left of) brain cells.
I don't hate it but all I can say is that, I won't be missing that place. My brain has turned
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