That's not me. It really isn't. It's everything that makes today, including myself. But what happens happened. Only me can help me out. But I can't.
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Look. How great it is to work on your interest.
But things happens once, and then twice, and then your interests is not your interests anymore.
And then what?
Thank you that had tried to help me.
But it is only me that can help myself.
Trash words ended. See you tomorrow.
I know. I hate how I look. Just like how you hate it.