I always feel like I'm running out of time. And when I do, I suddenly lose my ability to do anything I wanted to do with that free time. Right now, I've got an hour and a half to spare, and a thousand things to do, but starting any of them feel like an impossible task when I see what's coming ahead of me. So what, then, do I do?
God, I hate the concept of time. If only I could just be.
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
