smile. first day of common tests is over. that's 1/3 of the humdrum. 1/3 of the boredom. 1/3 of the noiseless monotony. good and bad. sometimes you know that feeling when u dig really hard and deep for something, for so long, and people come around and ask you what's the point of it all. [i mean, it doesnt really matter does it?] -but little on earth ever much does- and you scrape your knees and palms on coarse sand, and dust sticks to your sweat and you become grayer, paler, and then. you find it.
.a brief moment of exhilaration
.breathe in the freedom
.now what.
.freedom to.. do all the things before i started digging.
.great! ..what?
.you know, the things i was really bored with from the start.
ah, but i'd rather have to dig deep, and risk a fall, then stand still on cement the whole time keeping clean. won't u? hm.
mixture.
grains of seed, soil, and dreams.
would u rather be a substitute, or an insignificant?
this friday positively rocks. i mean the plan. [: hope the reality rockests.
2/3 of a half-life to drudge through, to the end of the tunnel, as they say.
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