It feels good sitting in the library, watching everyone single one of the students, busying with their own work, writing your own post, thinking about their stories, pretending you`re the blogger, listening to Coldplay`s songs and typing like a pro with your almost-freezing hand. That feels good.At the meantime, you have so much work to do and you`re not doing it.
Imaginary are good, musics are good, everything was good. So can you tell your stories? NO, you don`t have to, just let my imaginary flies accompanying with my music. What an idling evening.