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002.nd Step [audio]
Oct. 9th, 2013 07:40 pmIt's been... two months, hasn't it.
[ Two months. Back home, that kind of time passed by quickly. Things seemed to change so fast that sometimes she wanted to pray for the world to slow down for a bit, except she knew that nobody ever answered her prayers.
But here, two months are more like counting seconds. Things are happening, but they are not her things that she is supposed to be doing. It's all mostly a pile of distractions.
Ones she doesn't really want anymore. ]
How does everyone here do this? I know time back home has supposedly stopped, but that means my life stopped as well. All the people I care about are on pause because of this place.
It makes no sense. I can't be needed here more than I'm needed back home, can I?
[ Two months. Back home, that kind of time passed by quickly. Things seemed to change so fast that sometimes she wanted to pray for the world to slow down for a bit, except she knew that nobody ever answered her prayers.
But here, two months are more like counting seconds. Things are happening, but they are not her things that she is supposed to be doing. It's all mostly a pile of distractions.
Ones she doesn't really want anymore. ]
How does everyone here do this? I know time back home has supposedly stopped, but that means my life stopped as well. All the people I care about are on pause because of this place.
It makes no sense. I can't be needed here more than I'm needed back home, can I?
