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The day after Friday. It was supposed to be the start of a beautiful friendship. It was supposed to be a stressful, energetic, yet satisfying day. Now it will be a normal day. A day just like any other. There will be nothing special about this Saturday. There will probably be nothing special about Saturday's ever again.
There does not seem to be enough of these in a day. Seconds, hours, days. Who counts things by the minute anymore? I guess I am waiting to leave and have 15 minutes. That's counting by them. But an hour ago it was simple "ages" not an actual measurement of time. We don't really understand time. Do we?
It always has to be somebody's fault. God forbid you ever blame yourself. I think that it is sad the little you actually understand that you do. We try and try to please you but we are always at fault. I just don't get it, or like it.
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