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But you know… I takes time to compose an answer, double-thinking about it, making sure it's true, check the sources, then I also have to frame it and hang it on a wall… it takes time. And by my calculations, you would have to wait 3 decades for my answer, so I rather not give an answer.

Not just that, for all of this to work, the person would have to be here daily so they could continue, and no other person could take their position. This would be beyond impossible since you guys probably have a life too. After my idea went overseas, as I remember, nobody cared, and me noticing multiple problems along the way, I decided it's better to just leave it, abandon the sinking ship. This is why I've never talked about that project again, in case someone wondered. But keep this in mind, this project might have failed, but I'll find a way; hope isn't dead yet.

Moving on. The bird eventually grew tired of me, so it flew right on the road in hope to never see me again. A truck was passing right in the lane where the bird was on. I only noticed when it was late, and the bird DODGED it! The lad has some good maneuvers, I'll give it that. But then a car came by and ran the bird over. Guess what? Bird survived and flew away. Took it like a CHAMP, unless it died after… I don't know, never saw it after. What I know is that the bird survived. Not gonna say it's a good ending, but also not a bad one. Something around the middle but not exactly in the middle.

I don't think I am a good therapist, nor that I am the best person in this field, but if you're struggling, go out, grab some friends, and go somewhere, have chat with them. Your mouth doesn't only serve to eat and drink; talk. If you don't have friends, socialize. I promise you that people won't punch you just because you decided to talk to them. Force yourself to pop the bubble; trust me, it will get better.

I will complete this later since I'm slowly fading away, and Talkie said there was something wrong with my text. Instead of letting me correct it, it tossed all my 600 letters into the trash. Stuff are getting worse and worse.

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