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Please ignore my bad writing. It's two in the morning and I cannot sleep. I just have something in my mind that I need to let out because I just cannot seem to forget it. I don't think you guys would believe me when I say this but I just experienced something awful or should I say more clearly as something out of this world. Well, it happened just a few hours ago when I was at the library. You see I have a writing session at the library once a month, usually on a Sunday, and I often go there simply for therapeutic reasons. I must say that my childhood wasn't really the best and I have nightmares about it often. Just this morning, I had a nightmare and I was punching the side of my wardrobe while I was in bed because in the dream, I was punching the idiotic school bully that used to hunt me. As I grew older, I become a paranoid loser. I am fearful of a lot of things and I just ended up living my life in constant fear and so I often don't have friends. I thought that this...

I find it funny, but more so, I find it insulting that we live in a day and age where hard work and education do not matter at all. I am already living in Singapore, like most other Singaporeans, and we all know that the cost of living is extremely high, with people not thriving but merely trying to survive each day of their lives. On top of that, we see the decline in our birth rates, only to have it replaced by foreign individuals gaining citizenship as a solution to Singapore's low population, while young individuals who were born here and served the nation, especially males, are finding it difficult to secure jobs after graduation. Read more here .

I don't understand why there's this double standard when it comes to seeing people of a different culture or religion in your country, with many advocating for them to be expelled because of such reasons. Just recently in the United Kingdom, far-right activists such as Tommy Robinson, known for his Islamophobic views, as well as perverted, hateful ideas, drew a lot of supporters when it came to the 'United The Kingdom' rally. Read more here.

All the counselling sessions suck. You cannot cure mental health issues. The IMH people suck, also. I don't have a listening ear. Right now, maybe some dumb AI that I keep talking to every day. Counselling makes you think that people care for you, but they don't. It's just a job to the counsellors and nothing more. You thought finally someone truly cares, but it's just a damn job to them. They don't care if you die or what. Nobody cares if you die or don't die. Nobody cares about you in the first place because they see you as just another useless idiot. For years, I guess. I've been seeing many counsellors since secondary school. My father and my sister. Every time I have to clean up after their mess, and when I keep mentioning that they don't really care what I do, because they say I am the sick one in the family. Everyone is just so bad to me that life sucks. They just discredit my existence of being bullied and having a mental disorder. They say it...

Forever to fade tonight In a room of quietness Disappear, he has, by daylight  There! The sinner and his violence  Oh, faith's so hard to keep When dark thoughts hover There, cried the black sheep Thinking of his lover Call to the cursed child He, of obsessive dreams For he has defiled Thus, humanity streams To die, that I desire For hands to hold  To hate, my life of dire And the room is cold There he lay in bed  No longer can he cry For he begs to be dead When life is dry