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there's something refeshing.. something comforting.. about standing outside my house, in the cold, in the dark, alone while the world is slowly falling asleep.

and so the randomness begins.

i want to sit myself down, have some hot chocolate in hand and read a good book while knowing that i dont have anything or anyone to take care of. i havent done/felt that in a long time.

i want to write a book. about what? who knows. the chances that it'll be in the romance relm? high.

eh this is pointless.