Whenever I thought of the past I had, it was enough to make me feel gray and shivery. But I kept thinking: Are all Cancerians like me supposed to go through this ordeal of pain?

I was such an asshole today. Hanging out all by myself this afternoon in Circle Green.

This round, slummy building supposedly hold some interconnections with the past. I tend to get nostalgic upon stepping into that building. Even now, I glare through the window in this computer room, its right over there. 000 bearing from where I am standing now. How creepy...