black slippers.

Lit practice was productive, for once.
Drinking H20, laughing, getting lost, parkway, finding Evangeline, alomst climbing the roof. Sitting on the wooden planks beside the pond, Pei Hua commenting on my dead looking gold fishes.
My legs ache the shit now, thanks to all of that walking/ running, to and fro from the mrt and back.
10.06 p.m.
I'm still typing for SAIL.

Let's not delude ourselves now shall we?
If it's over,
well-
then I guess,
it really is.
For real.
It was nice when it lasted, really, it was.
cliche as it sounds, -
we've changed.