The sun sets far later now and now it's less cold. After a few days when my ridiculous pre-mocks end, I'll do what I used to do back in the seventh grade and early 8th during the evenings. Just watching the sun set on the terrace in complete isolation.
At times I'd message my friends too on a groupchat translating to the "Cockroach Brothers" where some of my closest friends were apart of. The chat is d e a d but all of us are still 'hella tight' so it doesn't really matter.
But I do feel great nostalgia for this all of a sudden. Just spending 30 minutes to an hour and a half all by myself feels real good. Strangely just as good as proper company
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PoetryAll that Nyle thinks and believes in his mind(for the most part. I do not actually think some of the stuff I actually say). I'd prefer if you at least somewhat know me before reading this book. With that being said, enjoy! The book is mainly rants...
