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Another boring day.
I wake up from my bed, it seems that the cold is now gone completely.
I guess it was never anything to worry about.
Who would ever die of a cold anyways.
And well… yeah.
The weird dreams.
But they were nothing but dreams anyways.
I should just… forget about them.
But for some odd reason, they feel so real.
Haahh…
My father was right then?
I am suffering from some cases of schizophrenia.
Should I tell them?
No… I do not want them to worry about me.
After all, if it's all dreams and things that do not affect others, it shouldn't be a danger to them…
Today I gotta get to work.
Good thing the hours are flexible, I can get there at 1 pm simply fine.
I quickly take a shower and greet my parents as I have some quick breakfast.
"Take care dear," said my mother, as I left the house in a hurry.
