i dont believe in good- and perhaps i don't believe in bad. Things just 'are'.
my friend says im a pessimist for thinking that way, another just says that i'm indifferent.
After the storm rattled the ground- a rush of frigid air rushed through the door. I thought that even after the storm- the weather might be warm. I lay there shivering and freezing in silence- looked around for a nice warm spot. Settled for another place.slightly warmer.
I guess thats what i get for not weaing a jacket...
alii
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