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I very rarely have anything anecdotal to share anymore. My days consist of mindless (actually, mindful) assignments, concerns and worries, exertion, exhaustion and fighting just to do a little bit of what you like. School really isn't that bad, but the exertion on my mind and fatigue on my body protests another story. 

I do, however, have a rather large number of musings and observations. Those are always easier, and I s'ppose, a little more interesting. Sitting at Burger King, taking 14 home. If only I had pen and paper everywhere I went. It's quite easy to draw inspiration, or rather, a story, from everyone you passed by. If only you gave them a second thought. It's quite wondrous to think every single person you meet has a story. 

My only hope is you find yours, write yours, and live yours. 

I apologise for writing sporadically, especially if you pop by often. I usually let my emotions get the better of me, especially if I'm drained out from a day of school. But I'll write if something interesting happens. Just don't count on that happening anytime soon. 

Cheers,