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It's past midnight. I am still on my phone scrolling endlessly on tiktok without any hope or goal. I quit my job last October. Having no friends or someone to care is day by day, killing me. Lack of human touch drives me crazy day by day.
There are only a few thousand in my bank account from my last salary. I have dreamt of a life too magnificent, to be worrying and to be insomniac in the bed like this. I thought I figured everything. I thought I was doing well. It's the irony. At least I tried.
Yeah, it's true that I have done things I regret. Yet, on one hand, they seem to be very small to worry like this, but I fear I have sinned to have a heart this big. I kept my phone on the tile floor. Bed feels cold. I can't close my eyes. I stared into the ceiling. I can see the silhouette of the ceiling fan moving in endless circles. I kept my hand on my heart as if I was trying to remove the knot of pain engraved inside its walls. It's impossible as I can't even figure out where it is. All I know is that hurts, and that hurts very bad.
I decided to myself. I will create my own universe in this book. I might never experience it, but it is okay.
This is my first story on Wattpad. I have been trying to publish a story for so long, and finally, I took the initiative. I hope you all enjoy the story! Please don't plagiarise, and if done, actions will be taken.
