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It's too hot and humid, almost windless, under highest temprature probarbly around 35, this weather killing me...
At night, without running the air-conditioner, anyway I would wake up at least twice a night to find my clothes and sheets got wetty really make me wonder from where such amount of liquid come.
So I have to wash my sheets everyday.
I wash them after getting back home at night, but it gets dried well by the time went to bed.
I think I have battled with the another voice that "Let it lie now."(already)
After then, if I remember correctly, three times that we met directly?
Order the impressions in time to remember well, I don't express well though, the depressive-like looking surely increasing, I felt.
Depressive. I mean, that is, some parts of the mind or brain don't work well. If I say more about, necrosis of heart would've been going. So I felt like rush about.
To what? I can't see but, surely I thought I had to be hurry up more each time.
When another addiction made worse, the other diseaseses may get "better" temporarily as some of distress or inconviniences of daily life lessen, that's all well and good, but I've been afraid most; that makes his body and mind difficult to feel well.
As far as appearance goes, symptoms ceased all the way, seemingly moderate, really sound, hard to recognize the very little uncomfortable feeling.
Just for I seldom meet her? Not I see her everyday?
The sense scared me, and again I got restless and moving around here and there.
At night, without running the air-conditioner, anyway I would wake up at least twice a night to find my clothes and sheets got wetty really make me wonder from where such amount of liquid come.
So I have to wash my sheets everyday.
I wash them after getting back home at night, but it gets dried well by the time went to bed.
I think I have battled with the another voice that "Let it lie now."(already)
After then, if I remember correctly, three times that we met directly?
Order the impressions in time to remember well, I don't express well though, the depressive-like looking surely increasing, I felt.
Depressive. I mean, that is, some parts of the mind or brain don't work well. If I say more about, necrosis of heart would've been going. So I felt like rush about.
To what? I can't see but, surely I thought I had to be hurry up more each time.
When another addiction made worse, the other diseaseses may get "better" temporarily as some of distress or inconviniences of daily life lessen, that's all well and good, but I've been afraid most; that makes his body and mind difficult to feel well.
As far as appearance goes, symptoms ceased all the way, seemingly moderate, really sound, hard to recognize the very little uncomfortable feeling.
Just for I seldom meet her? Not I see her everyday?
The sense scared me, and again I got restless and moving around here and there.
