no fireworks. nothing to look at. let's just smile. or dance like a noodle (always nice to move it move it. unless uve just had a meal, broken a limb, are in the midst of flu, ...). or do nothing. doing nothing is as good as doing sth, bc it all depends. we can also have a party. whatever. life so bad, gotta create joys ourselves. or notice them. im a bit meh tday, that's not ok it just is what it is.
curious why watt only allows 200 chapters per book. ive some drafts in here so this is not actually the 200th one, but it's gonna be the last one bc let's let it be imperfect like that, why not, it's not a problem and im not in the mood for cleaning things up.
the continuation is called "the title is simple" (idk if this link works but here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/391457383-the-title-is-simple). it's a bad title but i love it bc of that. might change it tho. was gonna go for "heart beats 2" but didnt like the "2" at all. it bothered me. mózg to kurwa czasem ma problemy. so i had to be creative or suffer. at least being creative can be fun. well, suffering can be too, if ur a masochist. fulfilling, more like, not fun; but yeah. starts with f too, so similar enough. only 7 more letters. and one more f. and 3 l. wow.
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18.3.25 but it doesn't matter but writing down dates is neat. or can be. sometimes it backfires.
at least i know it took me 31-18 days to publish this shit. coz it's 31.3.25 now. what happened, one might ask. life happened. that's always the answer. details are dry this time. or...? *thinking emoji* i guess if ur a proton, theyre wet, bc there are some h20 atoms floating around in the dirt.
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Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
