Probably it's the last blog I write at here

I think I fall sick, terrible sick I never suffered before, it would break me down - PSYCHOSIS.
I have become somewhat mad now, upset, anxious, strained, worrying and I cannot get rid of all of them absolutely.
Luckily, I have addicted to enjoy all of them.
I deleted all the games in my computer, I never thought to do it before but I indeed did it just now and I don't have any mood or intention to write down any thing about my life though I appreciate everything around me.
If there isn't my mother, my father and all my friends in the world, I prefer death much more than living.
I said the disease would destroy me slowly, minute by minute, day by day, perhaps it's not a disease, it's realism, it's fatal and no one can see, no one can help me - It's true.