never had any problems, I still had my untouched, self-proclaimed sacred imagination. I used to daydream a lot, hanging outside all by myself while cycling and listening to music. Looking at trees as I contemplated some forgotten and common philosophical questions, all the while being smothered by bliss. Some unpredictable and, nevertheless, certain event that happens at any given point in time to any human occurred, and that event is being shamed. The ironic thing is shame only occurred inside myself, and my image hardly crossed anyone's mind. I had sleepless nights filled with dread, all for nothing....Read full confession on reddit
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