My eyelids are getting heavier as time crawls away. I should never waste away time like that but I can't help it. The whiskey from Dodo in NYC's farewell party is still running its last bits in my system. The accumulated amount of horrible sleep debts is getting to me. Trying to fill my mind and time and not leave any space for worries and troubles and in turn, my mental health still suffers on an equivalent scale. Is the packed schedule making my life more fulfilling or does it just illuminate the emptiness?
If only...
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