What's a writer that doesn't write?
I guess an English teacher?
I'm back, I have cleansed (been cleansed?) from the lives that fuck with me. And am feeling pretty good.
Teaching has been phenomenal. My student just advanced to Prefecture level on her English Speech Contest. Despite how pointless those speeches seem to be.
It's time to move forward and continue seeing life as beautiful as it is.
Perhaps through a foggy, drunken eye. But that's just me.
I'll put up the shit I have been writing over the next day or so. I have so much to tell you. Both of you.
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