Wednesday, July 24th, XXXX ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀20:05
United States of America
NXX XXXX
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I was tired, so I slept the whole day away.
Not the whole entire 24 hour day. But I woke up at 6, laid around, thinking, reading, watching, but not really watching, TV, and just being an absolute sloth.
Then I slept.
In retrospect, there’s nothing in my life to record. Yet I managed to keep this up for so many years. How?
Maybe I’ll flick through some of my older notebooks soon. I want to see what I was like. And who I was. I’m curious. I can’t seem to remember anymore. Was I happy once?
Did I not record once? When was the first day I recorded?
But I’m tired now. So I’ll sleep.
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Tick Tock [short story]
Ficção Adolescente[updating slowly, but surely] ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝why do humans alone feel the need to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀record the past, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the present, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and the future?❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀