a dive into the mind of a lost, confused soul struggling with society and self imposed rules. why does anything matter? am i real?

Notes to you.

Yet another collection of poetry, with bits of everything. Including the longing for youthful ignorance and the continuous fear of growing old.

Enjoy xx

This is a true story, not a work of fiction. This is the story of an overdose I encountered and what I we all did to help.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to increase their funding to Gavi, the global organization that gives free childhood vaccines to poor children so that they can be protected from deadly diseases. They do not have nearly enough funding.

This is the true story of my bus ride home from school one day. The story of a man speaking his truth to the world.

A new technology is born: brainwave control, together with the fully immersive game Real World.Drako Yau, chairman and lead game designer of Jubilant Games, was about to release the open beta of the game he had has been developing for years when Real Worldlaunched. The more he looked into it, the more questions he had: the map, background, game mechanics, and many more; almost everything seemed identical to the game he designed.

Out of curiosity and bitterness, he enters the game, only to find that he cannot log out of it. He now has to struggle in what appears to be a game, with his life on the line.

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Translator: SaltyTank

Original Work: 遊戲之道 by Maple Shing

Schedule: 4 chapters per week

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A Polish short story:A young woman named W. faces difficult everyday life. She cannot find her way in a world dominated by work and responsibilities, with a constant lack of time and anything that would give her a sense of meaning. Moreover, in the opinion of the local community, she leads a perfect life. One summer everything changes when she has a special conversation.

Polish description:Młoda kobieta o imieniu W. mierzy się z trudną codziennością. Nie potrafi odnaleźć się w świecie zdominowanym przez pracę i obowiązki, przy ciągłym braku czasu i czegokolwiek, co dawałoby jej poczucie sensu. W dodatku w opinii lokalnej społeczności wiedzie idealne życie. Wszystko zmienia się pewnego lata, gdy odbywa jedyną w swoim rodzaju rozmowę.

Poems that Fran has written about everything.

[Naimah Flashback]

The test results revealed an alarming truth: she had been overdosed on a black-market contraceptive pill.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

As the flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spilled juice on her skirt. Excusing herself from the dining table, she headed to the female bathroom to clean up the stain. However, she halted at the male bathroom door when she overheard two familiar voices:

Voice 1: "Here, it's specially made for her, different from the last one I brought. Mix it in her coffee drink, and she'll never know. All we need to do is wait patiently for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die."

Voice 2: "I can't wait for her to die, so her inheritance and company shares will be ours..."

Voice 1: "You're not eager to be with me..."

Voice 2: "You're everything I ever needed..."

The voices continued, accompanied by the sound of kissing. Naimah was grateful to have her phone with her, and she discreetly recorded the conversation instead of crying out and risking discovery.

She abandoned her plan to clean up the stain and returned to the table, pretending nothing had happened. "What next?" she thought to herself, her mind racing with the sinister plot she had just uncovered.

This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to try their best to prevent Azerbaijan from invading Armenia.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.