i was going to write a lengthy post about cities but i need my sleep more. 9am lecture tomorrow, the auntie had better not give me ice milo again because i need my ice mocha.
farewell my trusty old table, i am rather sorry that i am throwing you away. i tend to develop unhealthy sentimental feelings when i discard things.
nostalgic sunday is late again.
some things are best left out of reach, better to dwell on all the could-bes than to have reality leave its ugly mark.
可远观而不可亵玩焉
our day will come.
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