I am losing it. Actually, I lost it. I went mad that day when I realised I couldn't finish my work. I feel so bloody alone.
I don't know why I have nothing to say. There's something terribly wrong. Actually, mad people don't know they are mad. So, in conclusion, I am not mad.
I AM NOT MAD.
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