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The Psychiatrist is in, the patient told himself. The white reinforced door slowly creaked open revealing the doctor standing behind it. He stepped inside, eyeing the patient with great interest. White walls, white ceilings, no object to distract or get in the way of the interview. The patient just sat there, seemingly unimpressed with his entrance. His trembling hand is the only flaw in his poker face act. Tap, tap, tap, tap, the sound of the patient tapping against the steel table. It ripples through the air, breaking through the silence. The taps sounded random, but the doctor can’t help but think there’s a pattern to the taps. Like there was some unseen method to an act of madness. The doctor, in a rush to begin the session, threw a folder onto the table. It’s content scattered across the table, pictures, data, checklists, anything that could aid the interview. He sat down and took out a voice recorder. And thus the interview began. “We’re recording this conversation, any...

I was a dreamer Out of tune with the world, I had my own adventures. Heroes and squires, princesses in castle, Fire-Breathing Dragons. I started talking to myself, saying my conversations out-loud, it added an extra layer of immersion, made everything more real. The other kids whispered and bickered, huddled up and like a lump of amalgamation as they plotted their dissimulation.They called me a madman, incapable of distinguishing reality to fantasy. They called me a loser, incapable of winning. They called me a dreamer, disjointed from reality. Demeaning tags I accepted willingly. I was a healer I helped my fellow losers. Those broken beyond repair. I was their dumping ground, a trash can for their frustrations. But I knew better, everything I heard from them was one sided and likely misconstrued. Changed in a way that would victimize them. I offered solutions to their problems to no avail, they'd rather stay a victim, stay a loser. In their blindness, they clung to my kindness...

4th Okto 1232 "Is everything ready?". "Be patient ,Marius.We must wait for an opportunity". "We need to create our own opportunity". I exclaim, my body filled with fiery revenge. "Don't let your thirst for vengeance blind you, we are going to wait, end of discussion". We part ways, we have no intentions of talking in public for too long as we might be recognized. I walk quickly through the market of Bogor, my thick clothing protecting me from the winter cold. The market was especially quiet this time year, the sound of shoppers bargaining and the smell of fresh food was nothing more than a distant memory. My mind wanders back to Cicero's words. Waiting? Is that really what we should be doing right now? I understand Cicero's concerns. Many have tried to overthrow king Sigal, none were successful and all those who were involved, disappeared along with their families. However, Cicero is a coward, although there ...

 25 Des 1232 The continent of Castellum is no longer safe. Srijaya, known for the mentality of it's army, especially their armoured infantry, bares it fangs against the rest of the continent. I'm afraid no country stands a chance. War is imminent. I have sent word to my friends and family to leave this continent, I too would be joining them. But before I go, I must settle my debts and take care of loose ends. But once all that is over, I shall take the first boat I can find and make my way to safety. -The journal of a srijian doctor. 14th Nov 1232 The situation here in Castellum has spiraled out of control. The tribal Kuta, the technological Maja and the economic power house Mataram doesn't stand a chance against the new Srijaya king, Marius Dominic, and his armored minions. There is no way to tell when Srijaya will strike. During the summer months -Jan, Feb, Marc, Apri- When there won't be any rain to bog them down. The autumn months -Mat, Jun, Ju...

I was lonely I was scared darkness loomed In all of my days I gloomed I grieved I moped I woed But then you came And lit my day Morbid of my eternal blues You changed my way I laugh I smile I blithe Up on cloud nine things might change friends come and go You may feel scared You may feel alone But I will cling, I will clutch I won't go, I won't turn away I will stay with you  in all of our days

As the light begin to fade And darkness seeps in As depression feasts on my soul And whispers fill my ears I sat there alone Looking for the light  That once filled my day  With endless joy and laughs As life push me down And deny my existence As people laugh And mock me I sat there alone Yearning for help No one came I was alone As my spirit broke And my hope extinguished  Demons came And made it worse I sat there alone Believing the lies they say Life is too hard Life is not for everyone Alas I found my salvation And no longer do I fear If this life is too hard, why not end it? Start a new life, a second chance I sat there alone Till the last drop of blood drip out my wrist I was contend, no longer shall I be alone In the end, I was still alone