the first ten days of august has gone. but all the sorrows and those bad manners still stay here with my dying soul.
in the noon I took a nap. I dreamt a dream about my class. idk it was the reality or not, but now I still remember some things about that weird dream. it wasn’t as weird as some dreams I have dreamt about, but it hurt me, it knew a lot about my misery.
I don’t want to mention about this dream. I don’t want me in the future read back and recall about it. I just can say it’s sad, loneliness and isolation stay around me, I stand opposite with those people. I never belong to them. I’m all alone in my own dream. my “day”mare.
when I woke up I started feeling headache af. I felt like I was running out of all the energy. I don’t want to live anymore I need something to eat. I thought about the miserable me, I felt so irony, so sad, so hollow. but still I had a lesson today so whatever I had to complete it before 6.
I fought for myself to eat a bowl of ramen. it’s not good for my health, I haven’t seen my period for 5 days in accuracy. Idk what’s wrong with me am I cancer. I don’t want to know the value of being alive when I don’t have any more that life again. lol
I still ate, to heal my soul. before eating it I took 2 pills of black garlic. somehow it would help me absorb that shit. and don’t be diarrhea again.
well, gotta wash the dishes and hide the ramen.
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