6:33am, Thursday, 12th June, 2008
I was awake and in bed, yawning and thinking of life. I felt vague but an urgent need to get up and unearth reality. I felt detached from everything. I felt like only thing that can give meaning was in making it real. Fuck the attachment. Why should it muddy every beautiful feeling?
"People are fucking incomprehensible."
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