Diary of a Goddess (COMPLETE)

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I'm always been unfortunate on handling myself from calming my anxiety attacks. Every time, i ventured into school. My stomach mumbles from uneasiness, Paranoia? No. Perhaps, Hunger. No. This phenomenon of mine is not something to fill nor treat. After all, nothing can fulfill anything inside me. I'm not a body, but a beam of light. Even if i ignore it, It bites back like a hungry hyena. Its stubborn, funny how it copies me, how naive. It is me after all.

Anxiety and Education? Employed or lifeless job? Many choices, what should i take. How come life becoming to mold into a show, Are we actors? Each of us was categoried by different Names. The students, The nurse, The doctors, The engineers, The Politicians, The polices, The cook, The office workers, The cleaners, The influencers, The musicians, The royal people, The religious maniac. It's unusual, bizzare, odd.

How did we come to this.