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I think I did that mistake. It looks like shits are calmed so far. I duno what's gonna happen in the future, but the same mistake would definitely be prevented. I wish I don't screw up. I wish, I do okay.

Positivity, positivity.

Don't think too much yh. Don't. Stop this shit. You need to fucking stop. You don't have to live this way and you know that.

I've seen people trying to help. I realized the most they can do is convince me to make myself positive again, cuz I'm the only one that can do this shit. They can't help me to be positive. But they can help me make myself positive. They can make me try to just.. try.

Thank you. Peeps. Bros. Crazy asses. In among my friends, I think it's sweet that moon, ET and Loong shared the kind of concern that... I can feel. Then yip man too, adding loads of craziness that made sad convos funny as fuck. Wood did tried to fix the damage he caused. Very surprisingly, arrogant too. Hahaha. He's nice. He just looks evil, but there are advices that I could use from him. From all of them.

It's weird that I've never talked to my coursemates about things. Sometimes it felt terrible during class when shits were bottled up. Sometimes, I thought, I want to keep things to myself. I have to. Cuz I remember that period after we broke up, they can't help me. It's tiring to talk to peeps when I know they can't help. They can't help. I know how sad it is seeing people sad, and you can't help them.

You mentioned that you blog. I bet it's 90% negative stuff, right?
*Nods*

Maybe that's why we weren't spiritually that close in class? I'm sorry to say. But still I love them. Heh, shell and stomata. At least we have fun together. And that was already too awesome.

I'll try to ignite the flame. When thoughts appear, shake them off. Don't let them get me.

The voices, aren't they trying to save me?

But they did more damage than saving. I know that. Stop it. Stop them.

Cuz if I don't... I'll live like this for the rest of my life. And that is fucking scary.

But how?? Honestly. Negative shits make so much sense to me. They're like becoming facts.

The first step I could do was unfollowing those pages from fb.

What else??? Hahhaa. What else.

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