everything is just at a standstill. nothing is progressing.
but how can i still be so consumed with this linear progress? i really don't know why.
so consumed with conversations gone wrong. with days spent idly reading. with dinners that never took place, scenarios that didn't play out exactly as imagined.
what is progress anyway? when things don't go the way you planned them to, does it necessarily mean that you didn't progress at all?
me thinks i should just go back to reading harry potter. silence my thoughts for a while.
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