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It is a very laughable thought that the numbness I am feeling right now is not contributed, even by the smallest bit, by my crooked thoughts and emotions. I am currently using my internet hours in the library, where the airconditioner seems to want to get all of us frozen and preserved just in time for Christmas dinner.

Talking about Christmas then. The more I think about it, the more Christmas seems so far away. A lot is on my mind (including my stupid blog template, which, by the way, has come close to my wants. I just cannot seem to put the time on the right side of the screen without disturbing the other blog entries, though. Damn.), and even though peace surrounds the city, my mind is in the exact opposite state of silence. Turmoil is but nothing less than a best friend to me right now. Yet somehow, I guess I am doing better today than I did the week before last.

Christmas will be quite sad for one of my dearest friends. Her father will be buried tomorrow, and she made sure to show her disappointment in the thought of having her first Christmas without her father. The things she shared with me yesterday has disturbed me, but then again, a lot of things do disturb me. One of the things which disturb my mind the most is my job as a friend. It is fulfilling, but then again, it has to bring with it some disadvantages, too. Sadness is but a normal company in such situations where friendship is tested the most. But I am not complaining. I am far from fretting about it. I am merely saying that I am disturbed.

On love. Oh, love, love, love. It is but one of the smartest and most idiotic things there is. I am not yet a victim. Well, I do not think I am. In the case of love, I believe that the biggest question lies on the detection of whether one has already become a victim or not.