Sometimes there is nothing to be said.
Sometimes nothing should be said.
That it's not going to be easy.
Today, Tomorrow, the next day.
But it will somehow get better.
Sometimes nothing should be said.
That it's not going to be easy.
Today, Tomorrow, the next day.
But it will somehow get better.
Today was more exhausting than the previous 2 and if you're smart, you'd know it from my title. I'm rushing for tution now. And idk what i'm watching tonight but it's still a movie and it's free :)
Okay bye. Chemistry awaits me.
More...We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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