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I think maybe I'm not that fat. Streak - 3 days. Please don't stop.

Colour switch is not a nice game. I should limit myself. Five wins per day. That should do the trick.

I'm driving better. I can switch lanes faster, and more daring to speed up a bit. Don't imagine me speeding like crazy. My Whole family was complaining about how slow I was. And it sucked. Tomorrow I wish I can drive myself to training.

Chemistry is so hard. Ok.

I miss him.
I want to talk to him. I want to give up, but I don't want to. That side always wins. The side that supports having hope. Maybe it's one percent now. I should stick to the plan. I'll be in love with my bed, and that's all, forever.

But I look at our photos, and say, Look at him. He's still there, just very busy, and far away. He's still with me, just looking like he left. Look at that smile. Remember what he said. They aren't lies. They're real.

Just chill and cry. Hahajk .
Just study. And be prepared to cry. Be prepared to see him in another girl's arms.

Be prepared to die.

The weather's fucking hot these days.
Wish he's doing fine.
Probably stressing out now, doing assignments etc. And I'm here. Crazily missing him.

It's cool being missed. That feeling was awesome.
At least we happened.
Maybe it can change back to present tense.

Who knows.