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Here I come again. My overflowing emotions are carrying me into another undecided state. I hate those things that happened to me and to my fingers. But look, I am still writing even with that restriction. That is the proof that I just can't let go my favorite hobby which is writing- in any means. The big deal why I am writing right now is the fact that I felt so unsure for the last five days. A strange feeling embraced me anew. An old feeling that I threw because of my immature mind and immature heart. But now after four long years, Am I matured enough to try to get this feeling again? Or maybe I am just on a mode of sympathy for someone who was crying for someone who I think don't even deserved a single tear coming from her. I think I deserve more than that wicked man. But who am I? I'm such a young man still trapped in his past emotions, and confusingly trying to get that feeling again.

"If this is a joke, I hope people, including myself, treat this literally as a joke. If this is not that way, so what is this? Because this ain't that funny, this seems so scary for me."




Trying To Get The Feeling Again