You already know. Everyone else has said it. It's 2021, the start of a new decade. Or maybe the new decade started with 2020. I don't fucking care, either way.
I remember exactly what I was doing a year ago. It was 11:59, Dec. 31st, 2019. I was lying naked in my bed, watching the ball drop from my phone on a YouTube livestream. I had to board a flight in a few hours, so I set my ringtone to some piano tune (I always use vibrate only for my alarms, so this was an extra measure to not miss it). I awoke around somewhere from 5:30 a.m to 6:00 later. That was 1 year ago. Damn
Shit, I'm old. Like, I've only seen 14 years, but that's already enough for one lifetime.
That was an oxymoron. Damn
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Guess who's back, prats? (Me, Barry)
RandomThis is basically Hadawa Journal V.2. I would use the old one, but it has all of my c r i n g e y memoirs, so it shall remain unpublished (for good). Feel free to tag me in those weird questionnaire things, I got nothing to hide, but nothing terr...
