The Isolation Shutdown

I think I'm going to die in this camp.

as in. literally.

i don't know! i think it's the paranoia, but i can't deny the signs!

right now i'm typing, my cool inbox is showing me EXACTLY 444 messages.
then there're the dreams. those dreams. i can't remember what they were now.
but. they prophesized something. i JUST CANNOT GET IT.

and my dad. he normally don't care when i like go out for a few days in a row.
but now he's super duper scared. REALLY. he was calling me over and over.
and telling me all the super scary stuff. like how i should take care of myself,
and that i should look out for my surroundings, that i should be careful,
THIS IS CREEPING ME OUT MAN.

then my mum. i don't know what she heard from the fortune teller a few days ago,
but she's super kind and caring to me. arghh.

I think I'm going to die.
and i think it has something to do with not having enough money.
i don't know!
i just know it has something to do with not having my wallet and thus not having my money.
i saw it in my dream.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE. OMG.
I still have so many things i haven't done.
I still haven't gotten a job.
I still haven't found love.
I still haven't got that iPhone I want so so much.
I still haven't supported my parents and my aunt.
I still haven't bought them the big houses i promised them.
I still haven't hired them the 5 servants to serve them.
I still haven't done my homework.
I still haven't read George Orwell's 1984
I still haven't confessed.
I still haven't found love.
I still haven't told my parents that I love them alot, no matter what they did, everything they did.

I still haven't found love.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE.

ok i'm seriously getting paranoid. but just in case i really die, at least i fade off this world with enough innocence to go to heaven. I hope.

WenBin. signing off. Perhaps for the last time.