Saturday 6th of February.

Oh, how I hate the weekends.

The thought of being alone with my thoughts and being transported to a bleak universe haunts me. So to prevent that, I spend my weekends by looking up at my ceiling, my mind lacking any thoughts.

I like that feeling, having no thoughts in my head. It's special.

A warm tear streams down my cheek.

My mind starts to fill up with thoughts and I start to think of how the seasons pass. Spring will pass, and soon will I. When I'm gone, nothing will change. The earth will continue to spin on its axis, the seasons will change and other nature will be the same. The only thing that'll be different is that the earth will lose another soul. Another soul lost in endless nothingness.

The rain panning on my window brings me to sleep. My eyes slowly closing to the rhythmic tapping of the rainfall.
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11/02/23