Time has no meaning.
My days have no meaning.It’s the same routine, day in, day out.
Month after month.
Year after year.
All that changes is that I keep getting a year older.
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
"Sometimes it feels like the universe conspires to keep me down."
I try to keep up the blog, even if it’s only one sentence, so I can roughly remember what day it actually is.
Time has no meaning.
My days have no meaning.It’s the same routine, day in, day out.
Month after month.
Year after year.
All that changes is that I keep getting a year older.
Time has no meaning.
My days have no meaning.It’s the same routine, day in, day out.
Month after month.
Year after year.
All that changes is that I keep getting a year older.
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