I sit under two huge blankets in my mattress in this cold room, chewing away the almonds my mother gave me last week.
What am I thinking? My eyes are heavy and head is dizzy. Why am I not sleeping?
I put two almonds in my mouth every time I cough, my throat itching. Not too many almonds today. Don't worry.
Also, why am I back here again when I have nothing to write about? Readers must be thinking this dude has no clue what he's talking about. And trust me I have no clue. I'm just writing because it's something I cannot stop doing. It's something that my fingers don't forget the feeling of. I cannot stop writing. It's my life anchor. I don't want to stop it.
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