don't have anything to write. brain's drained. left with six months to holidays and i've been thinking of getting a job. but i'm so tired to even get up from the chair, let alone getting a job. well, partly i hate rejections. so i don't even bother looking for jobs. and dates.
on a final note: why am i writing my daily chronicles here? god knows. boredom? unlikely. buta possibility. ultimatum: brain-dead.
on a final note: why am i writing my daily chronicles here? god knows. boredom? unlikely. buta possibility. ultimatum: brain-dead.
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