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It seems like it rains every saturday, the only day i work in the coffee place, if it rains that means its going to be extremely fucking busy. I dont know why people love to drive in the rain, i'd rather just stay home and read. I still feel content with life, sometimes i get anxiety, i feel like my mood is very fluid; not bi-polar or anything, but constantly changing, like dreams or phases. I might not be able to control the world and shape it as i please, things may not go my way, sometimes i may feel like my mind is traped in a dark box with nowhere to explore, but there is always the beauty of the past, of abstract thinking, of looking at occurences with a observant humour; as long as i have my books, free-thought, and creative powers(that may not be noticed but within a few or even just myself), if i live an honourable and noble life, a warrior code passed down for ages put forth in the 21'st century, to shrug off annoyances like dirt on a shoe, i will be happy...and die mighty.