When “the melancholy” comes and yanks me inside it, i can see my imagined future–which was very ideal and content–suddenly looks very bleak, like the time when you’re about to faint. suddenly, i see myself alone and lonely and old with no one beside me or someone to call. even when no such vision comes, my chest feels like it’s about to collapse from some unidentifiable weight pressing down on it.

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