Forgettable

You can't, I know, I've known it for long time. Reason, yeah, that's the reason why it is happening this way. Decision, that's the moment I'm clearly acknowledged I've made the correct decision. Thank god, for giving me the power to know what I want. Thy birth merits the celebration from all people.

How come I spent so much on food, yet, at the end of the day, I basically had eaten nothing but a cup of coke and several biscuits, no consumption of vitamins, nor protein. What's wrong? Time, it's the time. I've been doing something else in every minute, endlessly. No time for a shot of espresso in the morning. Besides, I bought ingredients for meals, not the food you grab and eat. Again, it's time, it takes time to transfer ingredients into food. At this moment I see what's wrong. How to get more time? Sleep less? Eat less—nothing to eat though? Do no chores, let it be chaotic?  A scene has been lingering on my mind for a while, where I have saved up for a flight ticket to somewhere new, somwhere nobody knows me, I packed my luggage—nothing to pack though, I sat n a train alone for few hours, then I arrive at the airport, I passed the security check and the customs, I left, I didn't look back. Will it become true? Can anyone tell me, please?

When I have to draw two parallel lines on the paper, to teach a mathematician how to measure the size of a foot, a sense of sadness arises. I feel sad for the modern higer education. I feel sad for the world controlled by capitalism. I feel sad, for real.

The moment when I learned German from French, ja, Ich found it très intéressant. 

They say the next reunion will happen when both of them have learned self-love. That day is on the way, that feeling is stronger and stronger as time passed.  What, what am I supposed to do when the day advents, the day when there's nothing surrounding me but joy, the day when I immerse in the perpetual paradise? What am I waiting for? You, it's always been you.

That day, I was a Santa. I ran and ran on the ice, clutching three stuffed plastic bags in my hands, perhaps faster than the elks pulling the sled. A pond exuded my pores, my mouth was a chimney.  Hey, that me in the last year, they updated all the images on the new-year products, Coca-Cola is easily available.

At the end of knowledge is psychosis.  The ultimate enlightenment dwells in asylum.

12:05 PM, right on read. I was proudly right on read again. Good thing is, it was read. I was given to right to know it was read.  Did you have lunch at that time? What did you eat?  That's all I care about.