2/12/23

I took a walk today, it was quiet given it was a Sunday. Not much cars on the road which made it exceptionally safe to walk on. 

On my walk I encountered a group of friends, one was looking at their phone and screamed after receiving what I assume was a text from someone they liked. The others screamed in unison with him, must have been a big deal. One friend was saying something to the friend group. He was unnoticed and I couldn't help but feel bad but whatever, it was none of my business and I just continued my stroll. 

I saw a car ridden with dust. On the car, I saw drawings of penises from dust. And me being the immature teenager I am, contributed to the dust-penis cluster. Forgive me for being so crude and dirty.


I decided to stop by a 7-11 and when I got to the door, a young girl that was sitting down jumped up and opened the door, she looked about 3 years younger than me. I felt bad, she really didn't have to open the door but it was like if she didn't open the door she would look like a freeloader in front of the 7-11.

I got a sandwich and bottle of iced tea. I gave my change to the girl and made my way home. 


On my way home I decided to sit down near my school. A few kids were playing badminton in front of the school, I had nothing better to do so I just sat down and watched. This one kid was horrible, trying to serve but couldn't hit the shuttercock as much as he tried. It was a funny sight but I could imagine it being frustrating for the poor guy. The whole time I was sitting there he hit the shuttercock once and when he hit it, he had the goofiest smile on his face. You could tell it was satisfying for him. I didn't want to stay too long, I finished my sandwich and drink and I made my way home. Nothing else was noteworthy the walk home.


It's getting late, there's school tomorrow and it's only a few hours until the time I usually sleep. My writing I feel gets worse when I'm tired, so I fear a reader would look at this and think I'm dragging, but I'm flattered they'd drag themselves through it regardless.

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