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Its not a weird feeling. It has become a daily feature. Oh hell! Life is only that now. A terrible feeling of overcoming something really dreadful. I sulk. I have forgotten to laugh. There is no enthusiasm. Its just pissing whatever is.

I am not cribbing. I am not being cancer-moody. I think I am in pain. But who is listening? Worse - who even wants to listen?

I hate the world. But I still think life is great wherever it is going...