I'm on my way home right now, sitting in the back seat of the orange taxi. The driver seems so happy knowing that my house is near his place but I can see his face trying not to disturb me with any stupid question. My face is flat and I put my headsets on, a sign that I'm not in a mood to talking with any alive creature right now.
I could change the route of not going back home. I hate to go back this early yet I can't stand not to cry over myself. Just a thought, and then your mind ruined cause of it.
-db-
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