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On the meantime, I’m writing.

I miss the beach, it gets very cold here.

I get worried a lot about the days that come, though I know sometimes I can’t do much about them and that gives me peace.

Today was a short and slow day.

There’s something strange about finality, I find it a difficult concept, it’s not that I don’t understand it but that the people that I see around me tend to use it far too easily.

Even if I actually do things, why does it feel like I messed up my weekend?

Today I write again for my own reasons, I was thinking one of those conversations you have in your head with “someone” to try to justify yourself about something.

There’s been a lot happening nowadays, I hoped things to go back to normal and it somewhat seems like some of them actually went to normal, but there’s a lot of changes that go around me and that are going very very fast.

I think that I’ve been through the point where I have started to get tired of what people call “content”.

Not so long ago I started yet another project that I want to complete but apparently never find the time to do so, this time was trying luck again with a visual novel.