its a friday evening. people are probably partying their asses off, but sadly for me, i am stuck alone in my humble abode, munching on whatever leftover i can find from the kitchen. jesus, there are 101 things running on my mind now, all my fears... of people, work, pimples yada yada.. so overwhelming they are, it is actually hard for me to pen down every little thing that is choking my mind.
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i need to run away from all the fuck i am facing. go sleep. nice dream. bye bye.