It was a bad, sad, mad day.
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What I have always been dreaming of having is obliterate.

It vapourizes. What seems to be having all end up a mess, worse still, the impossibility of existing.

It seems to me that I WAS living in a dream with ups and downs, vividly.

It comes the time when I have to get into the ingress of reality.

Is it the fate of a literature major - desiring to be - have to be left in hundred years of solitude?

To me, the world is shrinking.

Everything is handful.

Unbearable.

Am I THE disgusting ilk?