January 2012
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3/52: Tomorrow.
I keep putting this off, as thesis takes up most of my time. But the lack of inspiration is at fault, really. I promise to try again. Maybe tomorrow.
2/52: Marooned
“You shouldn’t dwell on the past. Eventually, you’ll move on”, he said. I struggled to keep myself together, to save face. “I suppose”, I mumbled, as I watched him leave.
1/52: Quiet
I have gotten so used to the silence that I’ve stopped searching for sound. I wonder how it came to this. I cannot recall a specific moment when everything changed.