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The world is neither real nor unreal, neither good nor bad, neither happy nor unhappy, neither in war nor in peace. The world is simply all that you want it to be.

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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

In love with my sadness…

I realized that I like it when i’m feeling sad, I love watching dramas and movies that make me cry, I like the saddest songs the most, I want to read tragedies and stories that break my heart. On the contrary,  in real life i’m always the smiling one, I’m always cheerful and supporting the others. Do these two things compensate each other? Is this simply a desire for something interesting to happen in otherwise my very boring life.

Intoxicated with the madnesss, Im in love with my sadness.