Ignoring, for now, the fact that I am blatantly forcing myself to stick to this format.

And ignoring, for now, the fact that I literally have not touched my AEP nor claywork in days.

Had swimming today. For one, it really made me terribly tired. Two, I now have a cold that makes me sneeze every minute, at least.

Seriously, I feel terrible.

And hence I have neither the patience nor the ability to handle nor solve any. Problems. As of today. In fact, right now I'm so ill that I don't really care about anything else. A bad mood above all else.

And I just wanted to say something yesterday. Something along the lines of.

Heh, I'm happy that you're happy. I guess.

But of course. Things are.

Will post later, probably, if not dead.

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continued..

Well, we don't know what to say. Honestly. Oh, let's start with something random.

We firmly believe in a certain policy and constantly manipulate it. The fundamental idea is something along the lines of "Speak no lies, but say no truth". Most of the time, we do not lie to people. We simply choose to either avoid the question or engage in selective revelation. Both of which mean channeling the pressure of a pressuring question smoothly and fluently somewhere else. Essentially, it also means that we do not lie.

"..just go under the shower head, rub here, rub there" -Joel Lim after swimming.

We feel that every one of us is a fighter. We fight against the current of life, we fight against temptation, we fight against our own emotions and impulses, and we fight against others and the society. We all excel in different ways, and there are those who stand out. They are what we call heroes.

And yet in our lives, we see no heroes. No one is perfect, and no one isn't challenged in one way or another. We fight our secrets, our scars, our pasts. And some of us fail.

And because we are all imperfect, we are all different, and we have different perspectives, different reactions, different needs. Some of us choose to stand on the stage to give empty words, some prefer to shy away backstage.

But the endings are all the same.

Yes, we all meet the same ending. There will come a point in time when Death himself raises his scythe and drags us down to the Abyss to be punished for sins committed in a past life. What makes everyone different. Is how they go down.

Will they go down fighting, stubborn and persistent? Will they go down moaning, regretting, unfulfilled? Or will they go down prepared?

Oh. I digress.

Sure, life is short. Life is cruel. Life is bleak. That's why we should somehow squeeze every last taste of sweetness from it. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. We strive, do everything in our power and more, to make our lives something we can look back on and smile.

Is your life complete?

Can we complete our lives together?

Can you, just once, show me something that will make my life complete?

Just the way it was nine months ago..?

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.