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There are times in which sometimes our decisions are wrong, not worth doing. It has happened to me again. Used wrong sponsor, now I have this noob trying to reach me while I survive my hardships.

Yes, a real, living sponsor. I can't call it a friend, as it never was. That little bastard, so poor yet carring around expensive electronics. He thinks he's really something, gangsta', but he's just bad, just nothing. Nothing.

A possible unexpected offspring of two stress-overdosed humans. Too busy to look after their kids. The new humans are set alone, abandoned, on a white planet surrounded by pitch-black people. And so, they react to attract attention. Humble souls. I pity him, and hate him for his faults. I understand what he tries to do, but we just reject him anyway. We don't have time for his troubles. Go get somebody trained to help you out.

I don't think I will post anything in the coming weeks, I've got so much to do, to read, to think about. It's caos, it's tough. I don't want to think of anything else.

I have recently been unable to distinguish my dreams from the real, tangible reality. I know dreams finish, but as I can't tell dreams from reality, I expect the real to vanish. It's only destroying me, disolving my mind, rotting my body. I can't grasp my actions anymore. What should I do? There is but one thing to do: wake up.

How do I wake up, then, in this hybrid real dream? I live in this dream, performing tasks. I will only wake up whence they are complete, finished, executed.

When will it all end?