It is one of those words people either not aware of at all, or having the, unironically, deepest encounter with.
When sleeping is more fun than anything.
All the things that I forgone.
Sports and drawing was the first I gave up on.
People I have known for less than a decade did not even know. Probably.
How long was it since I last picked up a guitar? Or have the strength with a bass strapped on me?
Music was no longer chords and harmonics or lyrics, it was just a wall between me and anything else. Most of the time I do not even know which band it was.
Later, it came to reading. I cannot tell which page I was on. Having no memory about what I just read a second ago, a week or a year ago.
There were times that I was halfway through a book and just realize I had read it earlier that week.
It was more than reasonable when it comes to writing. I have no idea what BS I have came up with and often repeat myself throughout the text.
Even things like watching playthroughs or some friend's facebook post is a waste of time and energy.
If you don't have friends, you don't get the FOMO (fear of missing out).
Why do I still have friends when I literally send a message once like half a year.
The dreadful terror that haunted me, for years, without an end.
my mom is watching Twilight for real, on TV, in the living room
Is this canine manure worst or is Asian soap opera worst, I cannot tell.
O mother, have mercy! I will not stand the torture anymore!
I then proceed to put on headphones and complain about it on the internet.
Scent of the day: The Bug
I have two older bottles of this because it was discontinued back than.
