Sunday morning
Sunday morning. I went to the church nearby.
I felt so bad that I was oversensitive to choir and piano sound and could hardly enter chapel.
Instead, I was viewing automobiles on the parking lot, hearing children playing in the dining room.
It was a rainy day and I didn't have a choice to move to and fro in the garden.
I sketched a K-car and then an imaginary sports car.
I felt so bad that I couldn't talk to anyone.
In weekday I hadn't been feeling so bad and tired.
In the holiday, the fatigue I tried to ignore and pretend not to be with emerged and affected me a lot.
I felt so bad that I was oversensitive to choir and piano sound and could hardly enter chapel.
Instead, I was viewing automobiles on the parking lot, hearing children playing in the dining room.
It was a rainy day and I didn't have a choice to move to and fro in the garden.
I sketched a K-car and then an imaginary sports car.
I felt so bad that I couldn't talk to anyone.
In weekday I hadn't been feeling so bad and tired.
In the holiday, the fatigue I tried to ignore and pretend not to be with emerged and affected me a lot.

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