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In this garden of hopelessness, I need to polish my english.

Im getting worse at it day by day.

Ughh. I need to read more books, of certainty and actuality.

My dream of becoming the greatest poet in the world, has come shattering down, and the reason is ‘me’.

The dramatic piano keys play in my head mocking my very existence, and laughing at how miserable I look sitting naked in my room.

Sure, laugh more.

Mock me all you want.

This time, my enemy is not someone from the outside that I can totally ignore.

This time, it is someone from the inside.

Someone inside my own skin, a cell, that decided to revolt against my brain cells and has already raised a huge army of its own.

I told him, I wanted to create magic, and he said, he’s never going to let that happen.

Have I not pampered myself in a long time, that now its asking for attention?

The dramatic piano grabs my attention again, and makes me feel more dramatic.

It is not a big deal, but this music defnitely makes it more attention seeking and I might just add, more real.

Ok, you want attention.

Lets give you attention.

Lets look at you, and make peace before we start a war inside of ourselves and go down the dark alley of depression.

And once we’ve made peace, we will go out and buy something delicious to eat.

Because dealing with myself, is sometimes more exhausting then dealing with the society.

And after a long argument with myself, finally resolved the whole situation and we talked it out over a cup of tea.