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so, I've been procrastinating and stuff, but I'm still alive. cheers.

June 16th

Day 23

he woke up, silencing his blaring phone with a touch on the screen. he groaned and rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed, knowing he had to get up after the seven times of snoozing.

he threw his covers away, and flinched slightly at the sudden contact between his bare feet and the cold floor.

entering the bathroom, he slipped his joggers and sweater off his body.

yes, he prefers wearing clothes when he sleeps, so don't expect half naked stuff. well, at least not for now.

after taking a warm shower, he slipped out from behind the curtains, and grabbed the large towel he owned.

he walked out of the bathroom, and waltzed over to his chest of drawers, taking out his white t-shirt and took his worn out skinnies from the chair sitting behind his desk. he was too lazy to hang them up properly from yesterday's events.

well, nothing happened really - just another day from his leftover life.

he took a look at his tidy yet empty room, and sighed before closing the door behind him.

grabbing a stack of oreos from his kitchen shelf, he held the packet between his mouth as he tried to pour some milk in his glass.

after doing so, he finished his unhealthy yet heartwarming breakfast before giving the glass a quick rinse.

he grabbed the pillbox located by the front door - making it impossible to miss every single day, and swallowed without needing any water.

he was too used to it anyways.

he looked in the mirror, and slightly fixed his unruly hair. he watched his own facial expression and sighed.

his green eyes didn't have the usual sparkle like they used to, and his face was still clean - freshly shaved from yesterday. his lips were slightly wet, due to his own tongue licking and biting - it was sometimes quite a habit.

his face was scattered with leftover acne marks, and his eyebags were visible but not quite. he thought he looked like a mess, a messed up mess.

the calendar that was placed next to his car keys was grabbed, and now sat in his hands. he took the marker from his back pocket, and ticked off today's date.

77 days left.

he shut his eyes closed before re-opening them and placing the calendar back to where it was first located. he walked up to the sofa, and grabbed his messenger bag. taking a look inside, he ensured the position of his sketchbook, his journal and his stationery before clipping it closed.

the drive was awfully quiet, only filled with the breeze as his windows were rolled down, and his hair was all over his head. well, he didn't actually care, truthfully.

as long as he still had his hair, that was enough.

he reached the destination he was headed for and found the free stacks of newspaper on the outside, before grabbing one - without the want to greet anybody in his sight.

he walked over to his usual spot, and made himself comfortable. the window was closed, and he opened it slightly, so he could feel the breeze from before coming in slightly. he ought to appreciate it before someone noticed his foul action and warned him that the air conditioning was on.

he was trying to appreciate the world, and the time he had left.

well, at least he tried to. he just couldn't put his mind to it, really.

he just wanted to appreciate his life, without the need to burst into tears.

again.