The age of the bicycle is returning, thanks to BP.
Starting to get very heck-care/thick-skinned.
Some doors opened, many I tried meekly to knock on remain closed.
Dreaming a lot lately.
It’s like an annoying shadow I cannot get rid of, haunting me at all times of the year no matter where I am and no matter what I’m doing.
There are friends, and then there are friends.
No hall next semester.
Increasingly annoyed with how ___ is being managed, but who am I to say anything, it’s not about the individual designer after all is it.
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