Gothchyld's Diary

Midnight
winds; relished thoughts
revel like oasis
wounded memories metamorphose
new start

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23 January 2006 @ 10:32 p.m.

Life is an ecstacy. The ecstacy is either so positive that it strives your motivation and determination to untangle its labyrinths; or negative to the point of desolation and encourage you to end it.

Just let me over-generalize, I am not that psychologist who explains the borderlines between happy person and mental patients you know.

Footnote: Tell me that examiners can believe Yakutsk village in Russia can be used as a truly glaciated area, and that I ACE that exam, ok?
 

 

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