downtime.

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i have a list of the things that have happened these past three weeks that i wanted to write down; but i don't feel like writing anything more than a few sentences. and there are so many things i needed to do, i can't even think which one i should start working on first.

things have been happening and i'm not documenting them. you could ask me why should i bother and i'd tell you it's because i want to, and i feel that i ought to. but i don't. and more things will be happening and i will be left with a backlog of memories that should have been written, but haven't been. there's only so much energy to do things; there hardly any left to slow down and reflect on what those things mean to me.

i'm imposing my self-indulgence to the world. i'm sorry. i feel too rushed and tense and tired to stop and consider the things i have been occupying myself with.