I need to fight melancholia while resisting to meet BJ. It is working.
I need to hold on to [to] sanity. This is to break the horse. The medication is making me depressed.
No meeting BJ until Ramadan.
I have to assume that all these are the products of mental illness.
At the very least, I go with Athlete4Life.
Still, I have to keep on pursuing my worthy ideals.
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What do I know?
I have a mental disorder.
Only if I accept i[s] (it) as such.
If I accept it as a spiritual awakening, it is it.
I hold on to Iron Maiden:
Nobody is as bold as them in voicing their thoughts:
I will not rest until I make it to 21 km Bukit Kiara Hill Run.
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In case you all are wondering, everything was fine.
Fuck, I go and meet BJ.
Nope. I rather don't see BJ than smoke dope.
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