war is destructive. It is the occurrence of deprivation among all other aspects. The after-effects were indeed traumatic, and scarred the history of humanity.
But why does war excites me? Why am I praying for it to happen? Was it because of my lack of sympathy or selfishness?
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No, it was because of my desperation to escape reality where people would be too busy with the wreckage to even notice my existence. And I'd rather wakeup everyday worrying about survival rather than the pressures and disappointments of what life serves.
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Acak•shenanigans of a dramatic teen/adult •expect grammatical errors. But I hope you understand its original context. •published them here, because it is the only safe place I could share my thoughts and dramatics.
