I have approximately less that 24 hours till the deadline to my stamp design submission and here I am, fascinating about how I can type out all I want in this seemingly endless amount of space and know that hardly anyone's going to read this, yesss. I don't know, maybe I've lost hope in all walks and paths of my life right now. Some lady who can see my future, apparently, told me I'll drop out of school in the next few months, basically, get washed up and knocked up. I have less than a year left till I graduate and this, I can definitely say, is more than disappointing. Disheartening and overwhelming, maybe. Moreover, what's slowly tearing my brain apart, is the fact that I'm talking to you right now, and it seems as though we're having this harmless conversation about life but then, as if someone shot Lennon again, that stupid, weird, strange, dream keeps replaying. I feel so uncomfortable and sad. I liked the fun shit we did, no awkward situations till now.
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