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"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Alice, Alice In Wonderland.
Retreating.

I'm socially awkward recently.
I can't seem to connect with anyone except my secondary school friends.
Either that or with adults.

Nobody else seems to be able to argue intelligently with me,
Give me good advices or good recommendations.
I'm evolving into my more laid back, introverted self.
All I want to do is read, write, draw, munch, sleep.
And I refuse to converse deeply with anyone else other than my secondary school friends.

Was it because we were trained in PL to think about others?
Was it because we were trained to accept other views?
I do not understand.

There's a difference between hearing and listening.
There's a difference between talking and conversing.
The color's blending constantly, from black to gray to white.
Recently it's as clear as ink on paper.
Recently, it's so loud and clear.

I want to retreat into my own world and be a hermit for a while.
I want to think of nothing else but self-fulfilling prophecies.

Maybe I'll get better after the holidays.
I hope I will.
God bless me.

Your songs remind me of swimming,
But I can't swim anymore.