Not my studies. Come on, it's just ten more weeks plus graduating.
Not my exercising regime. It's just paused, that's all.
Not keeping up with doing the dishes. Well, some days I do. Sssssht, don't tell anyone.
Not my music. Assuming I will manage to find back my instruments underneath the blanket of dust.
Not my attempts to create a beautiful, green garden. I will never give up on that. Even though winter is coming, and the leaves have fallen from the trees already. Faster than I can process them.
Not my exercising regime. It's just paused, that's all.
Not keeping up with doing the dishes. Well, some days I do. Sssssht, don't tell anyone.
Not my music. Assuming I will manage to find back my instruments underneath the blanket of dust.
Not my attempts to create a beautiful, green garden. I will never give up on that. Even though winter is coming, and the leaves have fallen from the trees already. Faster than I can process them.
Not on trying to draw every day. Even though I keep failing miserably there. Where did the last counting stop? Oh yeah. At day one.
Guess I'll just give up on counting ;).
Guess I'll just give up on counting ;).
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