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You have the number of characters that make up all this catharsis as a title. Now let’s move on to something else.
The voice of a Romanian rapper known as Ombladon, is rapping in my headphones of doubtful origin, which are met with less than a dollar in the corner of the old grandmother of the corner with her market.
Okay, I switched music genre. Will it be better?
Doing the math, I lie. Looking at the dire listening history, the first artist I heard on spotify was Usher.
No, that’s not true. He was the first artist I heard in December. I don’t want to go until February of this year when I did the account here, I am lazy.
My throat hurts. Another cold. Why just before Christmas? On top of that I also have snot. Very pretty.
Although it will be a good reason not to do anything with my life.
I would have to sleep at this hour. It’s my usual hour to sleep.
Monday.
Tuesday.
Wednesday.
No, I really look like I was in first grade when I was just learning English.
But on Thursday we get vacations.
And on Friday I’m sure I’ll have a demonic cold.
Ok, we all know the days of the week, what is the use of mentioning Saturday and Sunday?
OK, I don’t know where to get the eighth day from.
I don’t know, but one day I will surely be ashamed of what I write here.
In fact, I already realize that I am quite cringe at times. No, not sometimes, always.
I wonder what will happen in about 10 years.
Will we still be alive?
What am I doing with my life? What will I do?
Will I be in the coffin watching Netflix?
No, I don’t like watching movies, series, or similar things if I don’t have with whom, and generally I don’t have with whom.
Taking advantage of the approaching Christmas, do you want to see home alone with me?
No, I know the answer is no. I will convince my cousins ​​to watch it anyway on the 25th when they surely give it like every year on TV.
Lately my mood is getting worse and worse. What do I do with my life? I really don’t know. I wonder the same.
Do I do something relevant? Do I have something relevant? Are there people who really appreciate me?
I really don’t know.
I like being an exaggerated person. And I want to exaggerate in peace.
But I don’t like to show myself vulnerable.
Because in those moments I feel that I am more ridiculous. And yes I am honestly.
Again start concentrating on studies, or on learning a language or whatever distracts me momentarily?
That, momentarily. But that later will come, and I’ll be even more exaggerated, more ridiculous.
I ask myself many times. What I do? I don’t even know what to do. Lately I feel that I live just to live, that I waste unnecessary air.
Yes, please don’t put tax for air. I don’t pay for it. Take it from me, I have nothing against it.
I think I’m going to sleep anyway. Too ridiculous for today.