Thank you so much Q team and Trump.

If it werent for you, if I didnt have this one stable and known point in my life, If that bitch had won… I would have most likely killed myself few times over. I have bad days and I have better days. I have days when I wish I'd die by accident and I have days when I almost have enough courage to end it intentionaly.

I am sick of living in emprisonment. I am sick of being told what to do, what to think and what to feel. I am sick of conditioning.

Not a single day goes by when I dont think about her. But who is she?

Do I need her? Do I want her? Why does she feel so real? Why does a moment with her feel like every moment ever being played at that exact time?

This life cant be just a coincidence.

Why am I here?

Do you need my help? With what?

Do you want me to be happy?

You dont. Because I made up happiness, just as I made up sadness. So what is it?

Is it something about her or is it all just me?

I must not let you down. If this falls apart what is left of me? A mockery.