Thirty minutes passed and I haven't moved out of bed. I'm late. You wouldn't want me to be late right. I remember you gently waking me up telling me to get ready. But now you can't do this anymore. I slowly get up and make myself ready for the day even though I don't want to. I feel so exhausted that I don't wanna go outside. This is stressing me.
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Random[03:50] a lost soul is sitting in their bedroom. they decide to hold a diary for the next 10 days before their reunion.
