It is quite a paradox.
If someone asks me about what I was doing today, it it really uncomfortable for me to just repeat them every damn thing I did since I woke up.
But if no one asks, I write it down myself.
Maybe it's because the people who'd make me happy by asking 'bout my day don't ask me a thing and people who I have nothing to say to, in the most inconvenient moment always ask.
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