Sitting in a chair in the other room that I never sit in.
Listening to music.
Mother just finished practicing piano, thus ending the competition between her and my headphones.
Thinking about Monday.
Monday I'll start again at life.
Yeah, Monday.
Having some breathing trouble.
It's funny how I can nonchalantly say that to people.
As if breath isn't that big of a deal to me.
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