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I like Till from Alien Stage. His voice and appearance is nice.
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I've been listening to Cure from Alien stage for a long while now. More than an hour. Probably two. Because IvanTill.
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That's just life. I don't know I felt sensitive. I don't know why there are tears. Some appeared when my face was mentioned.
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11:25. I should have slept early. I should have done my homework. I should have at least study.
I don't like this. I don't know.
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(4:09 (After writing) - listening to Hitchcock by Yorushika)
When summer ends. A hand stretches itself to me. I accept it to have fun.
No longer accepting what's left or new. Secluded in my own space to avoid progression. If there's no one to miss, I won't be in grief or pain. Even so. This heart forever remains empty. If I accept another hand, can I eat it this time.
Those bright smiles. May it wander to the endless fields. Running away.
Asking another question. I answer anyone's ask easily. But when it comes to me. I don't want to know the answer.
What if I lose my sense of individuality. One I crave. I'm not special. Just different. As long as I don't call myself a pretty label, I won't feel bad about myself. Bye bye bluebirds. Eat those seeds I give and find someone else to feed you.
I know it's summer. But sometimes I feel cold. I don't know if it's because of me or someone's else fault. Can I truly blame someone when I haven't pointed at myself yet.
One day when I can be free. I'll be alone. Again. Maybe freedom isn't the right answer. Still, there are no wrong answers. Only morals that make you think it is. I tell myself it's the right choice. When it's over. I'll think about it again.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. That's a harsh label. I don't hate myself. I just don't like me.
What's left for me to hold onto before I move on again. To find more people or stumble upon connections that are worth my time. I don't really know. Procrastination is my best friend. Even if it's bad for me.
These days I don't want to get out of bed.
Can I say it's hard for me to get out of bed when I can easily get up for school. No.
It's summer again.
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