like any good day, it started with a cup of Brazilian mate. the hours started to flow together at work until he wrapped his hands around the cool plastic of the matcha lemonade he got at the end of his shift. that lasted him a good while, preparing him for dealing with his airhead of a school couseller. the bike rides around town and going off to get groceries and such just got him ready to be needing a cup of jasmine pearl in the coldest day of the week. the day still didn't turn to night, so he managed to get away for a bit and have a cup of tea with a friend.
ladner is quite possibly a very beautiful place when you see it right. he strolled along the back roads, taking in the farmlands in every direction. the sun setting slightly, leaving everything with a frame of bright orange light around the edges. the world seemed like a fantasy that had a slightly realistic feel. there is no better feeling than walking around I such a place with a steaming mug of tea. there's something about taking a mug on a walk with you, the way that it should be kept at home but isn't at that moment, that makes the world so much more beautiful.
he needs to do something with his mess of a room. everything from all he used to be just jumps out at him, mocking him. it tells him that he will never get a chance to be the person that he feels inside, the way he looks will always indicate what he should represent. he needs to get rid of all the useless shit he doesn't need and make a new name for himself.
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