Monday, August 19th, XXXX ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀05:56
United States of America
NXX XXXX
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It was a decent night. I drifted off around two. And now, sleep doesn't come again. Doesn't matter. I'm going to school in two hours anyway.
I tried recording on Saturday night, since I was up. I found that I couldn't. My hand suddenly started trembling, and my heart was beating rapidly, and my stomach was churning and churning and whipping itself into a nervous frenzy. It was like I was afraid. But I didn't think it'd get this bad. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of myself.
There's a bad taste in my mouth even as I write this, and my hand still shakes, even though the sun is starting to come up. But I just have this feeling, in the deep pit of my stomach. Something is happening to me.
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Tick Tock [short story]
Novela Juvenil[updating slowly, but surely] ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝why do humans alone feel the need to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀record the past, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the present, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and the future?❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀