She was like, "You cannot see me anymore dong?"
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I would not be able to see anyone and that is the major purpose of doing this thing. I hate to say this, but yes, it was tiresome to manage myself for not being overwhelmed by looking up to others. I failed me. I shouldn't have tried so hard on winning my internal battle.
Too bad, it was not that easy.
I practically was rushing to have a grip on the so-called blurry reality. The mismatch personas were taking all over places on the-once-again-so-called blurry home. Why would I let those people messing with my home anyway? Hahahaha.
It was me. It was all me.
Other than being overwhelmed in a not favorable way, I also made my own unreasonable judging so I can be sure in closing my account: I am stalked. It hurts me a lot knowing I cannot completely be hidden when I needed the most. Was I sick??? Truly, I don't mind being this sick. This is acceptable for me, nor that I refuse having a special treatment as my cure.
I have never been able to be really honest to my Instagram persona as if I write this blog. Too bad, til the day I shut it down, I failed it. I have been a failure for too long, eh? Again, it was all me. Hahahahaha.
So, here is my resentment upon my failure.
So long, persona?
Hihi,
Dat used to be 951011*
