Jumping through a time machine

It’s Friday again, just like yesterday. It’s friday every day but never weekend because you don’t have the time to relax and let go of the stress. But it’s also Monday every day,a new week and it’s just as hard to get up in the mornings as every Monday. That’s my week, Monday, Friday, Monday Friday… and it goes on for I don’t know how long. Never weekend and never weekday. No wonder that time slips through my tiny fingers and runs out into the sand, ungraspable. This afternoon my friends and I took a fika (went to a café) and just breathed, not wanting to move an inch. I’m dedicating this evening to homework and writing on my novel. I hope that something good will come out of it.



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