Dead as a doornail

Four weeks (to be fair, four weekends) since the last post. A lot of going-ons in the past weeks, namely running around in the outdoors in green trying not to resemble a headless chicken. Been outfield, done the summary exercise, getting the black-coloured rank tomorrow.

I think being outfield just kills all desire to write. Or, perhaps, the perceptiveness that births content. Or writing essays for colleges and thinking about them in camp just drains me completely. I ought to sleep on this


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