"Sometimes, inadvertently or consciously, I detach from myself. I make myself miserable or simply fall into misery by default so that I may have some company. The sadness is sometimes the only emotion I have left when days blend together and nights are preoccupied by temporarily fulfilling fantasies created in my head or extracted from the books I submerge myself into - which are all far better than the tangible world’s. I do enjoy and love on occasion that feeling of aching misery, the tortured thoughts, and merging emotions. I get lost in the idea that I am the heroine of some novel, pained by loaded years, awaiting saving. It is when I smile truly again that I realize that a true protagonist possesses the qualities of prowess, outstanding feats, and other noble qualities the misery/sad had been cloaking all along. I am the only one that can indeed built my world and simultaneously hammer my universe’s foundation to dust."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 12.

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