An imagination time consuming run around suburban areas whilst catching glimpses of evening life. Due to habit, I pretend that with each exhale my thoughts dissipate. The feelings don’t exactly go away but it temporarily puts a stop to all the nega-thoughts. When the weather’s dandy and the roads are hectic I usually mix it up by listening to desolate tunes on my playlist. There’s just something bizarrely therapeutic about the clashing sounds of roaring engines and sad songs. This running thing actually works, as ridiculous and childish as it may seem.
But whenever that method flops, I head back to my room -perspired and numb- and blend it all in. Scoop. By. Scoop. Then find a girlfriend to talk to. Fortunately, this approach never fails.
Meeting dear love loves tomorrow! *coughs* Can't wait! Orgasm baby!
weyh, lagu pebret i weyh! :))
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