One week passed again. So much has happened, and I cannot keep track of all the events that involved me these past seven days.
I have been kept busy, and being constantly working gave me less time to remember the past. While this in itself is good, I still don't feel comfortable with it. It feels like I am being inside someone else's body and watching how that body move about.
There's no progress and regress in my life currently. Everything is at a constant, but I know that it is just temporary. I have a feeling that soon I will be dragged forward in a speed that I cannot begin to imagine.
I have been thinking of my old story lately. I need to finish it before it is too late. I really miss writing, and this space has been aching for some fiction.
It is a Sunday, so I'll postpone everything. It is cloudy outside, and there's the smell of the damp earth wafting up to my window. I really like this setting.
I feel tired, and sleepy. It's time to wrap all up.
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