บท 150: (S)149. Onions

I kicked a stone and sent it flying, luckily it didn't hit anyone when it landed.

[Okay, no more stones kicking, I can't afford more trouble. I have enough on my plate as it is.]

I sat down by the roadside on a bench in God knows where. Well, not really cuz I recalled passing by a signboard that says "Elms Street". I guess that's where I am right now.

I had walked randomly for about half an hour when I left the hospital. I had nothing to do now that the library is shut down.

I only realize how plain and monotonous my life is now, but I prefer it this way. People end up either backstabbing or judging at the end of the day.

After racking up my brain over what devil's dung' might be, I realized it'll be better if I search it up but my phone, I don't even know where that is. I had an old computer back at home but I don't want to return just yet, so I dawdled along. There's nothing to do at home anyway.