Nothing to celebrate about. Only when I was about to cling on onto the hope that is ever left for me for my next chapter in life, it went kaput. Blown away by whatever that's...apocalyptic powerful.

I thought at least it would be near to home. Office hours. Hmm...maybe I can waiver off the ''bleak'' future.

Well, the world isn't so nice and dandy.

Now I end up somewhere further. The way things behave now, I don't even know if this coming place is going to be confirmed. Maybe something else will happen? Maybe...its alright I wouldn't want to know what. Spare me the agony and let me sleep well tonight.

Temper is not very good these days. Horrible. I simply feel horrible these days.

I don't know man...I don't know.

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