My Life

good luck for myself.

it's okay. let's just.. post it again. only important post for today. my memories.

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I accidentally deleted 27 post here

Title: Wrong Person.. Again? Chapter 1: The Intrigue Begins In the sprawling halls of Evercrest High, amidst the chatter of students and the shuffle of papers, I found myself ensnared in a web of mystery and unexpected connections. As I navigated through my daily routine, grading papers and attending staff meetings, one figure stood out amidst the chaos - Emily Sinclair, the enigmatic teacher with an air of mystery surrounding her. "Hey, Emily, have you seen the new memos?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual as I approached her desk. Emily glanced up from her stack of papers, her piercing gaze meeting mine. "Oh, hi there," she replied with a hint of amusement. "Yes, I've seen them. Can't say I'm thrilled about the new schedule changes." I couldn't help but notice how her eyes seemed to linger on me a fraction longer than necessary, igniting a spark of curiosity within me. "Yeah, it's definitely going to take some getting used to," I replied, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. The rest of the day passed in a blur, with Emily's presence haunting my every interaction. It seemed that no matter where I turned, her eyes followed, leaving me feeling both flustered and intrigued.

pov : i spilled the tea.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,  𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙴𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚕-𝙵𝚒𝚝𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.  𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜.  𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.  𝙰𝚜 𝙴𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.  𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐.  𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,  𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚕-𝙵𝚒𝚝𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.  𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚞 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚞, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.  𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝟷𝟶-𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝.  𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝟻𝟶𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.  𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜.  𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜.

I'm sorry if I said something wrong. and sorry for having hurt some of the people I chat with intentionally or unintentionally. Happy Eid Al-Fitr.

anyway, happy Eid al-Fitr to all who subscribe to this channel.

not me being excited eventho there's no one in this house except me.

ESOK RAYAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aku setia menanti pengumuman dari beliau.

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The soldier

is a person who tries to “forget that there is only one rule, and that it is fight. You are tired of fighting.”

The poet

is someone with more artistic inclinations, and someone who seeks to find art in the mundane. “You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out of it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through.”

The king

is described as someone who sees the world as a burden to take on and manage. The king may not be someone who particularly wants power, but is instead someone who takes on responsibility because if not them, then who?

The soldier

is a person who tries to “forget that there is only one rule, and that it is fight. You are tired of fighting.”

The poet

is someone with more artistic inclinations, and someone who seeks to find art in the mundane. “You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out of it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through.”

The king

is described as someone who sees the world as a burden to take on and manage. The king may not be someone who particularly wants power, but is instead someone who takes on responsibility because if not them, then who?