Now. Alone. On this 4th floor. Cold. Hungry. Cloudy. Rain. Rumble. Tired. Silent. Confused. Nothing to do. Random. Individual.
And my head will explode. This affairs. This fever. This connection.
So stupid.
Unreliable.
And my day turn to gray. I just wanna stay at my room and sleep.
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