Some Fresh Perspective.

Let me tell you a story,true or not,thats up to you to decide.

It began ,in the not too distant future,not so far from now.It was like every day,get back from Uni,take a shower,eat,assignments and sleep.This became some sort of a routine,waking up to no expections,no anomalies. Being happy was one thing,being genuinely happy was another,back in Uni,everyone had a smile as if life was good.

Life wasn't good,it was bearable,everyone has tutorials,test,exams,quizzes,classes,assignments and between that balancing social life and the whats.Everyone had problems,and all of them dealt with their problems differently,there were those than smoked either some fags or joints,some exercised,some played computer games,some took out their frustration breaking stuff and there were of course those whom would self inflict pain to get away from it all.There also those who would just run,for how long,no one knew.

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i give up,don't feel like writing anymore






cheerio.