Unsure.
Here I go again. Alienated with my own problems, and then get something distant in its place. There is nothing else more horrifying than the self-generated melodrama, fused by falsely placed contentment, twisting and distorting a person’s mind like mine. On the marginal line where everything is clearly marked as fine and not fine, both the before and aftermaths are not accurately measured. Before this line, things are colourfully painted, with nothing bad, simply because all the foes are neglected and overlooked; on the other hand, after this line, nothing good ever happens, and the life and mind of one end up circling within a miserable loop. The only way to crack open it is still unknown, given time, maybe, or something that carries overwhelming light suddenly kicks in. For the time being, only the miserable loop is present.
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