[To get rid of such a depressing post in the previous, some more of them!]

I had sworn to resisting against my obeying the need to express and progress in art, but ignorance itself could not overpower the thirst, the longing. Imagination, juiced out ideas pending for tests in which I have considered, but denied - forcibly.

Wiping off thoughts from the want, I buried myself with pages of dull texts that lacks imagery, or creative imagination itself. To remain monochrome seems to be the best solution. It seems to disappear, just like that, and I joyed.

But there are nights where I lay alone, absorbing the environment of the dim-lighted room, only to find myself rhapsodising. I allowed the colours to dance in my vision as shadows glow in contrast. Suddenly I am as light as feather... No, I am buying their game.

Instantly, I flicked the lights off and plunged into bed. I tore my concentration into the exams. But even in the pitch darkness, images of inspirational mythical creatures hovered. I shut my eyes tight and buried my face in a sandwich of pillows, counted sheeps, and won the battle.

What I know for certain, it was not the end of it. That the final chapter would finish with the otherwise.

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forgive me for the attempt of writing an actual story out of my life. I'm in the GCSE exam period and have to cope with all of these wants. It's much more bearable if your train of thoughts does not run quickly and jump from one relating subject to another

in other words, yeah I am insane.