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It was mid-evening .. not much was going on. Birds were chirping and people were talking non–stop, it was as nauseating as it was to walk across the city plaza.

No idea why I was there in the first place. Perhaps, looking around "the garden" would have done me much good. Not that I would need that at all, since my day was already ruined.

It all started from two weeks ago, when I was talking to a guy near my table which where, I ordered my food. He was yapping about how the world is going downhill, after which I told him, "Yeah, fuck this world, it's crazy out there."

He looked at me like I was insane, like he could tell there was something wrong with me. I stared at him back after taking a bite of my meal, just a random sandwich. I don't eat food much, if none at all. Unless my body fucking forces me to. It's been annoying as hell to force yourself to do something "you do not, want to do."

Either way as he was talking, yapping there like some lunatic .. he told me, "People are insane, but there are some good people out there .. you just have to find them."

Staring at him .. with my empty eyes, as if I knew he was both telling the truth and lying to me. I looked at him for a meno pause of 16 seconds, and answered.."Yeah."

Now walking away after finishing my meal, dropping the counter off the trash. I take my leave making zero eye contacts with everyone. Open the door and disappear.

Week has started unwell. I've been sick of seeing news of people getting killed, crimes being done. And violations of human rights. It makes me sick to my stomach, the fact that I exist here in this world as of now fills me with despair, knowing somewhere out there some shit head is hurting another person, someone is getting raped, tortured or worse. Bending their very lives against their will, it bothers me. The hatred is building up inside me, I don't even know why does it have to be this way. Where do you turn when all the shit gets so cold.

Walking to my apartment I take the left turn, and walk off pass the stairs opening the door and walk inside, shoes off jacket back to where it belongs. I lay down on my bed .. looking at the ceiling, saying nothing..

Until I faintly say, I'm losing my mind.