I am slowly losing my grip on sanity. My grasp of reality is starting to slip. I am sitting between stacks of books and a computer, staring out of a library window to an outside world so dark that the glass pane merely reflects my own morose image against the fluorescence of the ceiling lights. Yes, I am studying. No, it is not immensely pleasurable. Yes, it is necessary. No, I should not be wasting time to write this. In one hour, today will be all but forgotten by tomorrow. Future is but a passing present, presently fading to the past.
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