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Martian

I feel like a martian. Not that I'm from Mars, or I feel like a man (Mars is used to described where men came from). But I feel like I'm not in touch with reality (I use the word Martian, because I don't know what else would describe it).

I have special interest in a specific music genre nowadays. At first, I'm happy because it could be a refreshment of my life, it's like starting a new one. But now, it's bothering me a little. I don't mind having different taste of music, I don't mind being teased because of this. But I feel bothered.

I feel like I'm losing touch with reality.

This happens. Right now. This is true.

I can stay awake past midnight, just to do fan girl-ing routine, I can listen to the same song for hundredth times. But there are bright sides too. I can open my eyes and mind to a totally different kind of people, stage performances, behaviors, fashion senses, and many more. Even I learned to save my money to purchase something I want (I respect money better)

But here I am, losing touch with reality.

I don't hate myself for being like this. I like it for having a "sanctuary" but I don't want this sanctuary to hold up myself.

Letter to Micky