YOU HAVE NOTHING TO READ,
DON'T WORRY I GOT YOU

List of novels i have read and didn't stop.

it's not placed in order so it's not the which one i like most placed first and the one i like least placed last.




(Sorry for my english, it's my  third language)

当一个生活在互联网时代的少年，在2016年穿越到了一个没有文艺复兴，没有大航海，没有工业革命，没有一战二战的2016年，会发生什么事情呢？
  什么？神圣罗马帝国竟然一直到2016年还存在着？
  什么？欧洲的面积竟然比原来的大了好几倍？
  什么？这里的骑士竟然有诡异的能力？
  什么？现在是2016年？

I have been a proud aunt for 2 years & 6 months now. My sister-in-law gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Kanishka in November, 2016, and I have had this new sense of joy ever since. The problem was, baby Kanishka lived in Dehradun, and I was newly based in Bangalore. With not enough money to purchase a flight, I, unfortunately, had to spend the few months long distance from my sweet niece. I was not able to be there for her and my sister-in-law during the early months, and it killed me inside knowing I was not there for her.

But when my sister-in-law told me that she was planning Kanishka's mundan in March, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to head back home and visit. I could only spend so much time pouring over photos and videos of her, but without ever meeting her in person, I just didn't have that full connection. I was so anxious to see her that I counted down the days from the day I purchased my flight until the first day we would meet. The flight across the country felt like nothing because I knew that right when I got off the plane, I was going to spend the entire day with her.

When I finally saw her in person, it was love at first sight. In just one moment, I knew that no matter what, I would do anything for this kid. I want to show her the world and teach her all of the lessons that life has taught me. I wanted to be there for her when he gets older and needs someone to talk to. I want to be a role model for her and for her to be proud of her aunt. I felt my heart grow about 2 sizes that day because I now had this little human who I loved on such a deep level.

I did not ever think meeting my niece would have had this much of an effect on me. But for anyone who is an aunt or an uncle, you can probably relate to the fact that when your sibling has a kid, your life changes forever. But it changes in the best way possible. While home, I spent as much time as I could with my niece during my weekly trip. I fed her, her bottle, changed her diaper, read her books, took her on walks, and held her every chance I could. I even tried teaching her to crawl, with no luck, unfortunately. One day she fell asleep on my chest while I was holding her, and at that moment I knew what a new form of love could feel like.

Leaving her on my last day out at home broke my heart because I knew that she would never be this small again. But it also excited me to know that she is going to grow up and become her own unique self. I immediately got excited to one day see this little person grow up into a great human. I eagerly waited for her to start walking and talking, and for her  to understand that her aunt loves her more than the world and just wants the best things in life for her. She's a chatterbox now, telling new things in her own new language. Whenever I go home, she's the first being I hold onto. Being a long distance aunt is hard, but with social media and constant contact, I know that she and I will be fine. But I already cannot wait to see her again.

"Every good things don't last forever, sooner or later it will come to a end" 

Description

What does temporarily means to you?

Cecelia Grant is always smiling even when she was going through things which will make people find her fascinating. She doesn't have a lot of money (very little at best), wears dirty and ripped clothings, spends her weekend reading to children in a group home, and live in a abandoned house with her "family". She never chose for life to be this way but she still managed to work and get paid to fed and clothe herself. Not only she's miserable in the life that her parents made her in, she hated that she couldn't be in a normal family. With her mom being a prostitute,  her dad being a alcoholic and her eldest brother being a druggie, made school 10x harder for her. Especially the hardcore bullying but She managed to get a 4.0 gpa and will be graduating with a scholarship. 

But guess what? Even though, she had one of the worst situations in history, her best friend(s) were 3 of the most (rich) popular girls in school. They would feed her, and give her clothes with their allowance—which was pretty huge to a lower income class. When she couldn't sleep at home, her friends houses was always an option for her and she couldn't asked for any one better then the ones she had now and she was grateful.

Now that we got her family and friends down it's time for her personal life. It's pretty cliche for a girl to be in love with a biggest baddest drug lord in her school but Cecelia wasn't just any girl though and yes, she had a HUGE crush on him to the point that she thinks that she might be in love with him even if he didn't know it, and she's right— he didn't know it. "If he wasn't so focused on having sex with multiple women and sell drugs, he could of notice me" Cecelia thought. But that's just how Anthony runs his life, selling drugs and having sex was all he was good at, he would never drop something that gives him money and recognition from people. He likes the chase, He likes the attention and one thing he likes most was the girls he got while doing it. It's like a fantasy that all men wish they can have but many dies doing it. That didn't stop Anthony to become the most ferocious most terrified drug lord that lived. Maybe that's why Cecelia found an interest in him, he's ambitious and that he thrives for what he wants and won't stop until he got what he wanted. He's a leader and she likes that in him. While others may find fear when looking into his deep and scary brown eyes, she finds a sweet and emotional human who just want to be loved and shown affection to when looking into his eyes. Maybe that's why Anthony found an interest in Cecelia, she finds the beauty in the most ugliest things and that's the rarest gift god could of gave to a human. 

But here's the gag of it all, good things never last. It's only temporary until something almost unrealistic, so unexpected tampered into your lives and takes away something so precious from you. 

That's ladies and gentlemen is what "temporarily" means in this book. 

I'm just "temporarily yours" baby.
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Disclaimer-

This story contains crude behavior, vigor language, and strong sexual themes that may be unsuitable and upsetting to some viewers. It  includes violence, ****, drugs, in-depth descriptions, constant swearing, homcides, self harming and mental illnesses or disorders. If you are sensitive to any thing listed, you are obligated to exit this book and find something else suitable to your liking. If you ignore this disclaimer, then read on your own risk.

This book is also protected by copyright. You can not use anything made up by me into your books, this includes streets, schools, restaurant, buildings, etc. Use your own imagination and come up with your own shit. 


Without a further or ado, I present to you "Temporarily Yours".
















Started: August 8, 2016
Ended: August 15, 2017
Edited: August, 2018 to January 2019

Temporarily Yours®️
shepapiash™️

tem·po·rar·i·ly
ˈtempəˌrerəlē/
adverb
for a limited period of time; not permanently.

I'm just "temporarily yours" baby.
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While It's pretty cliche for a girl to be in love with a biggest baddest drug lord in her school but Cecelia wasn't just any girl though and he wasn't just any boy. Cecelia Grant went through so many tragedies in her life such as money issues that led her to sleep in a abandoned house with her parents and oldest brother but she never let that stop her from graduating from high school.

Through these situations she always had her 3 "rich" best friends to be there and supported her when she needed. 

When it's come to her love life, she only wanted one person and one person only with the name Anthony Venal, the drug lord. While others may find fear when looking into his deep and scary brown eyes, she finds a sweet and emotional human who just want to be loved and shown affection to when looking into his eyes. 

But here's the gag of it all, good things never last. It's only temporary until something almost unrealistic, so unexpected tampered into your lives and takes away something so precious from you. 







Started: August 8, 2016
Ended: August 15, 2017
Edited: August, 2018 to January 2019

All rights reserved ©️
Temporarily Yours®️
shepapiash™️

Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 9:56 PM CDT
'Uriel :: Consume Light' The Sacrifices: Are The Seven Deadly Sins; And Their Animals – Forbidden ~ Feed.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:53 PM CDT
'Uriel :: Uriel' The Things That Will Be: Are Always Set Into Place; Unless God Moves Them – Uriel ~ #3.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:32 PM CDT
'Pumpkinghead :: We Shall Go Together' Remember The Oath: Where If He Is Bound In Chains; And He Rises Up – Fallen Angels ~ Return To Order.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:20 PM CDT
'Legend :: Pumpkinhead' How Well Do You Know: Who Your Father Truly Is; Where You May Speak It – In This Town ~ We Call Home?
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:17 PM CDT
'Sephirot :: Uriel' When The Son Of Man: Calls For The Angels To Come; He May Also Shift – Ranks ~ Archangels.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:13 PM CDT
'Chayot Ha Kadesh :: I Love You' The Living Ones Move: When Life Itself Must Be Moved; So Rise Up, Elders – Jeqon ~ It Is Time.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 8:08 PM CDT
'Choir :: Dark Network' To Be Like Father: You Must Pass Over Like Him; And Move His Right Hand – Uncover ~ Land.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 6:15 PM CDT
'Pharaoh's Labyrinth :: Anubis' By The Time You Know: What Has Happened In The Dark; It Will Be Over – Pharaoh's ~ Curse.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 5:34 PM CDT
'Chibi :: Ascent' To Shave Off The Fat: And Make Haste Of Cleaning Waste; Pigs Must Work Year-Round – Pull ~ Weight.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 5:17 PM CDT
'Chat :: Anubis' Pharaoh's Divine Pets: Are Anubis And The Sphinx; The Backdoor Gate Key – Pharaoh's ~ Keepers.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 3:18 PM CDT
'T-YO :: Don't You Dare' Now That You Know This: And You Can Never Unsee; You Are Baptized Here – Grand ~ Baptismal.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 3:15 PM CDT
'T-YO :: Abyss Gate' I Frickin Told You: That This Would Frickin Happen; Didn't I, Lilith? – I ~ T-YO.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 3:04 PM CDT
'Spirit :: Free Will' 'Lilith' Is 'Sister: There Is The 'Man' And His 'Wife'; But Who Comes Before – Brother ~ Sister.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 11:16 AM CDT
'Spirit :: Whisper' The Clouds In The Sky: Should Tell You Of The Coming; As It Is Written – Clouds Of God ~ Chazaqiel.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 3:01 AM CDT
'Elohim :: Light Spread' Since You Bear Witness: By Default, You Must Bear Light; Do Not Bear False Light – Sin ~ Lucifer.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 2:59 AM CDT
'Elohim :: King' Those Who Have A Crown: Always Know What It Looks Like; When It Is Shining – Halo ~ Crown's Light.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 2:57 AM CDT
'Elohim :: Elohim' The Godly Beings: Know When A Beacon Shines Bright; When Wisdom Is Called – Recall ~ Account.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 2:56 AM CDT
'Elohim :: God Body' Those That See The Light: Are The Ones Enraptured First; And Brought Up To Speed – Lightspeed ~ Godspeed.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 1:10 AM CDT
'Uriel :: Bear Light' Slow Yourself Down, Ox: From Moving Beyond The Light; And Drop Your Rubies – Wormwood ~ Burning Sulfur.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 1:08 AM CDT
'The Trunade :: Circumcision'
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 1:02 AM CDT
'Forbidden Cards :: CATALYST CARD' The Best Sign Of Thanks: Is A Formal Christening; For The Light Itself – Uriel ~ God Is My Light.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 12:59 AM CDT
'Cherubim :: Faces' The Faces Will Turn: Faster Than The Light Can Trace; So How Can Your Feet – Move ~ Godspeed.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 12:49 AM CDT
'Gabriel :: Conquest' When The Lion Roars: At The Top Of Mount Zion; God Must Bear His Light – Absolute ~ Surrender'
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 12:45 AM CDT
'The Argus :: Master Control' To Seal Up The Box: God Himself Must Be Your Light; So That Must Be Done – Master ~ Control.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 12:40 AM CDT
'The Argus :: Observe' When All Eyes Converge: Directly On One Target; The Watchers Should Fall – 4 ~ Sight.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 12:24 AM CDT
'The Argus :: Grigori' What You Should Fear Most: Is A Human That Can See; With All Of Its Eyes – The Argus ~ The Grigori.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:38 PM CDT
'God Eyes :: Harvest' When Our Hearts Are One: Our Eyes Are On The Same Goal; We Share The Same Sight – All ~ Seeing.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:36 PM CDT
'Grigori :: Grigori' If Ready Or Not: You MUST Be Exposed This Time; And It Will Hurt You – The True – Truth
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:32 PM CDT
'God Face :: Pain' To Watch You Suffer: Is Far More Painful For Me; Than It Is For You – Knowing ~ Pain.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:27 PM CDT
'Shadow Eyes :: All Eyes' To The Eyes That See: Let This Be Your Fair Warning; You Only Get One – Every ~ Body.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:25 PM CDT
'Show Time :: Drop Bombs On Em' Though It May Seem Harsh: Sometimes, The Best Way To Clean; Is First To Destroy – Wipe ~ Out.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:23 PM CDT
'Eyes :: Dark Gaze' If You Don't Believe: You Will When You Feast Your Eyes; On The Truths I've Said – Every ~ Letter.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:21 PM CDT
'The Trunade :: Cauldron' Those Behind The Scenes: My Friends On The Other Side; Need To Eat Their Fill – City ~ Limit.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:19 PM CDT
'Face :: …' The Place That's Prepared: Is For When The Place I'm At; Is All Taken Down – Executive ~ Decision.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:17 PM CDT
'Penguins :: Government Man' There's A Place For Me: And People Who Work With Me; COMPLETELY Unseen – Void ~ Dark.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:15 PM CDT
'Voice :: Ancestral' The Powers That Be: Will Reveal What I Have Seen; So You May Know, Too – Coming Clean ~ Being Seen.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM CDT
'Deep :: Forlorn' I'm Sorry To Say: That This Is The Time To Go; But I Have No Choice – Game ~ Over.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:06 PM CDT
'Dark :: Elegy' The Newly Deceased: Though They Have Not Departed; Very Soon Will Be – Death ~ Approaches.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 6:00 PM CDT
'Dark :: Detached' Things That I Must Do: Will Finally Leave You Be; And Darkness Behind – Past ~ The Past.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 5:57 PM CDT
'Emotion :: Emotionless' For The Next Few Weeks: You Will Witness Certain Things; That May Not Please You – Wall ~ Gap.
Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 5:53 PM CDT
'Emotion :: Concern' Reckless Behavior: Regarding A Concerned Friend; Invokes Inspection – Friend ~ Unfriend.
Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 4:28 PM CDT
'Bunnybee :: Random People Beware' Team Rocket Blast Off: Prepare For Double Trouble; At The Speed Of Light – Surrender ~ Now.
Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 4:25 PM CDT
'Epic Art :: Tycoon' Soon The Veritas: Will Be Right Before Your Eyes; So Pay Attention – White Rabbit ~ Snack Time.
Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 4:22 PM CDT
'Forbidden :: Samjaza' Do Not Show Your Face: To Anyone Except Me; Until We Have Seen – The Voice ~ Spoken.
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:04 PM CDT
'Chibi :: $hadow Bo$$' Since I Have Your Eyes: And You Seem Interested; Why Not Have A Seat? – Business ~ Man.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 10:48 PM CDT
'Spirit :: Amen' All Souls Are The Same: Even In Their Difference; Seeking The Same Rest – Life ~ Afterlife.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 10:42 PM CDT
'Spirit :: Holy Spirit' Listen With Your Heart: And Then You Will Understand; The Beats Of The Soul – Emanation ~ Vibration.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 8:31 AM CDT
'Spirit :: Serenity' To Maintain The Peace: Heed The Words Of The Spirit; Which Knows Of Its Rest – In ~ Peace.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 8:27 AM CDT
'Spirit :: Tranquility' When All Is At Ease: And The Flames Of War Subside; Clean Water Is Left – Crystal ~ Lake.

Chen Mo wrote down the title of his new design document.
Wulin Legend design concept document.
There were many classic Wuxia games in Chen Mo's previous life. Although Wulin Legend wasn't the best, it was the most creative, starkly different from the Wuxia games that were based on Western RPG games.
Although Wulin Legend wasn't extremely popular, its predecessor Heroes of Jin Yong was.
In Heroes of Jin Yong, the main character was transmigrated into a world formed from fourteen of Jin Yong's novels. The main character was constantly interacting with the characters from Jin Yong's novels, collecting items, learning Wugong, and recruiting swordsmen before completing the fourteen main quests lines, gathering fourteen holy books and returning to his world.
This game was shocking at the time of release, as players could train Wugong from Jin Yong's novels, recruit warrios such as Duan Yu and Yang Guo to fight alongside them, and even complete quests that were relevant to the original novel.
Moreover, Heroes of Jin Yong had a good/evil system, which would increase or decrease depending on the choices of the player.
When the player finally was about to leave the world after gathering all fourteen holy books, if they were nice, the ten evil masters would attack the player, if they were evil, the ten good masters would attack the player.
The player would need to beat the ten masters before beating the game, giving the player an immense amount of satisfaction.
Jin Yong's novels weren't in this world, and Heroes of Jin Yong wasn't as rich in content as Wu Lin Legend. The art wasn't good enough to satisfy the needs of players nowadays either.
After considerations, Wulin Legend would better fit what Chen Mo was looking for.
There wasn't much content from Jin Yong's novels in Wulin Legend. Although it descended from Heroes of Jin Yong, the different factions, characters, and styles of Wugong were basically all made from scratch, making it easy for the people of this world to understand.
In terms of artwork, although Wulin Legend was an old game, it was remade in 2015 (as Tale of Wuxia). The artwork, character models were all remastered. Moreover, as Chen Mo's art skills were relatively high, it should satisfy the demands of the players.
Chen Mo felt that Wulin Legend would match the content in this game better as opposed to Tale of Wuxia.
Of course the most important part was that the playstyle and the story fit Chen Mo's needs very well. The innovative playstyle of the game was unique among Wuxia games.
There was also a story regarding the remake of the game.
Wulin Legend was released in 2001, although it was well received, it didn't become a classic like 'Chinese Paladin' or 'Xuan-Yuan Sword'.
Other than the fact that it had a small audience, its difficulty, unbalanced combat system, and incomplete story contributed to its downfall.
Of course, these were due to limits in funding.
In the end, in an environment plagued with piracy, Heluo Studio disbanded. The new studio Oriental Calculations weren't able to make anything noteworthy either, disappearing like fireworks in the night sky.
In 2006, someone posted a question on the Wulin Legend forums :"Is Oriental Calculations still a thing?"
The players replied, "Haven't seen them in a long time. It'll be too bad if they disbanded."
In 2009, the post was received with a reply by Heluo Studio's founder and Wulin Legend's producer Xu Changlong.
"Oriental Calculations ceased all operations three years ago, but everyone on that team is still in the videogame industry. All the key players are also in a certain videogame company. As long as we are still here, there is a chance of us making better products."
Xu Changlong was shocked.
As time went by, he along with many others in the videogame industry gave up on making standalone games, turning into online games instead, doing things they didn't want to do and questioning their future.
Until discovering that post on the Wulin Legend forums, seeing there were so many people discussing the game.
He didn't know there were so many people in 2009 talking and reminiscing about a game from 2001.
And it was because of this reason, with support of the fans, Xu Changlong wanted to remake Wulin Legend, releasing Tale of Wuxia in 2015, and selling a respectable four hundred thousand copies in January 2016.
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Just like when he made Warcraft, Chen Mo did a concept draft, giving an overview of the game, before distributing the workload among Su Jinyu and the others.
Chen Mo didn't need to raise his skills this time as the game was pretty simple. After making a game like Warcraft, a game like Wulin Legend was a piece of cake.
He only needed to figure out some of the complicated settings and the stories, then recreating the content as close to the original as possible.
It didn't take long for the concept draft to be complete.
This game can be split into two categories, exploration and training.
And the character arc could be split into three sections, entering the world (exploration), learning from the masters(training), and entering the field to save the martial arts world (exploration).
The reason Wulin Legend got good reviews was because of how it melded both.
Of course, Chen Mo needed the help of Memory Playback Potions to recreate all the details. It was still largely the same as before, Chen Mo would write down some of the more important features of the foundations. The story, numbers, and artwork would be done by his three assistants.
After the draft was done, Chen Mo held a meeting with Su Jinyu, Zheng Hongxi and Qian Kun.
"I planned for morerest, but there are changes made to the plan. This is the concept document for the next game, take a look," said Chen Mo as he handed out the document to the three of them,
Qian Kun was disappointed, "Not a scummy game..."
Zheng Hongxi was quite interested in it, "Hmm? From the looks of it the story is quite rich. And this a Wuxia theme too, Chinese style."
Su Jinyu was confused, "Manager, I thought you said Wuxia themes were difficult? There are so many innovations in this game, isn't that a bit risky?"
"Don't worry about that, familiarise yourselves with the content of the game. I'll provide concept art for the characters and the locations. Goldfish, you'll be taking on all the artwork this time.
"Hongxi, you're mainly working on the story which is Wuxia themed. There is a lot of cultural knowledge in this, including artworks, books, chess, and music. You'll need to do some research on that. Of course, make it suitable, don't go too easy or too deep on it.
"Qian Kun, you'll be working on the combat system and balancing as per before. Balancing this time isn't as important as Warcraft. There's a few abilities that need to be especially strong and difficult to achieve, I'll tell you more about it later.
"Alright, that's about it. Take a good look at the document and have an idea of what the game will look like at the end. Make suitable preparations."
After receiving their work, the three of them started working.
As for Chen Mo, he started recalling some key scenes and settings from the game using Memory Playback Potions.


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

2nd January 2016, Saturday

What? Where...where am I?

This blackness...this is...death?

Am I dead? Am I living out my own death?

Why do I feel so attached to this void, this nothing? Except nothing is everything to me, maybe I'm not dead but more alive than I've ever been.

There is a call.

I have to open my eyes.

As Valerie opened her eyes a blindingly bright brilliance flooded her vision. As her eyes adjusted a towering shape took human form, unmistakably gangly.

"Del," Valerie croaked, her words dispersing into the void.

No answer.

"Where are we?" Valerie asked, feeling her eyelids becoming heavy.

"We are in a void, like the one you feel inside you," a robotic and sexless voice appeared from nowhere. "This is a great big nothing, the amazing let down of everything, a place of dead hope, a place of reversed future, a place of introspective interrogation, a place of destroyed wishes, a place of tormented anxieties, a place that lives in all of you," the voice continued.

"What do you mean? Where is this place?" Valerie found her strength returning, apparent in her strengthening words.

"It's everywhere and nowhere, just as you are everything and nothing, it is wherever you choose it to be, you carry it in all of your thoughts, all of your mind."

"Del, why won't you speak to me? Del? Absinthe?".

"That is not who you think it is, only what you want to think it is-your entire reality is a self-constructed facade of delusions and illusions, just gun smoke and broken mirrors. It festers away like a parasitic, malignant cancer, it is a compression of everything detrimental and destructive in you- like a parasite it feeds off its host's happiness, till its cancer had infected all and now all you are is the destruction you despised."

"You are what you hate, wishing to be what you loved."

"I'm not like that," Valerie retorted in defiance.

"Just more delusions, feeding the pretence of awareness, you are a false being just like them all," the voice spoke, now becoming echoed and distorted as if it rippled fluidly, bouncing around in the void.

"Go away. Delaney, please, say something."

"Till death."

"Delaney," Valerie screamed in terror, mind racing and heart hammering.

"Everything outside of your mind is a lie. You are nothing, everything is nothing," another voice droned, hollow yet fiercely apathetic.

"Till death."

"Absinthe!"

"Just another nobody."

"The cobwebs in your head will strangle you and the spiders will poison you," a voice crawled into Valerie's ears where it stretched and searched and scratched at her brain, splintering her skull from pressure.

"Everything wants you dead and buried," another voice whirred, the words ricocheting like shrapnel as they pierced Valerie's breaking psyche like a bloodied, floating dagger.

"Till death."

"A dark heart of deception carves the sins into it's skin," another voice hissed, words grating and scraping in Valerie's pained ears.

"Till death."

"Everything starts and ends with you," the final voice screamed above all the others, in one defiant death rattle before cutting out suddenly. Just like that abruptly ending the chaos of all the other voices, to leave a disturbed silence for Valerie to process the words spoken to her.

Please help me.

Please save me.

Please help me.

Please save me.

Please help me.

Please save me.

Please help me.

Please save me.

From myself,

Anyone?

Later that day in a gloomy, pale blue painted hospital room, darkness sealed in and light blocked out by a pair of drawn curtains, no sound apart from the EKG machine beeping and the occasional pitiful whimper of a mother, Amy, who is losing her only daughter, no smell apart from the bleached smell of sterile equipment. The entire room seemed drained of life, emptied of will, all hope sucked away. The macabre place was a void of sorrows.

By an occupied hospital bed sat an attentive yet weary Amy, eye lids heavy with a need to close for sleep yet hope to see her daughter wake up keeping them open so she could o finally be there for her.

But the guilt that hung over her like a black cloud was striking down on her with light bolts of disgust and self loathing.

You're not just a horrible mother but a horrible human being, she even said so herself...

When was I ever there for her?

No wonder she hates me.

What if I just left now? Never came back...let her live...let myself go...crawl away from here...

No, I can't. I've done that for thirteen years. No more. I have to be the mother I know I can be, if I try and she lets me.

I have to prove myself, for everyone.

She dropped her tired head into her palms, digging her nails into the back of her scalp as she shut her eyes for a momentary rest. She had to be vigilant.

Even though the coma had been one that was medically induced to allow the hospital more time to better stabilise her body, one they assured she could be awoken from with ease, she still worried like any mother would.

No words of comfort or reassurance could soothe the horrific words that stirred a motherly dread in her: 'stomach pumped', 'charcoal neutraliser', 'anti-emetic' and various other medical terminologies that frightened her as she did not fully understand them, even when explained multiple times by nurses and doctors. All she understood was that they were treating an alcohol and temazepam overdose and planning to put her on medication to reverse the anaesthetic they'd put her on to stable her.

Amy was still in a state of shock over the images replaying in her head-the images of her daughter lying dying and convulsing before her.

A deep pity and self-loathing began to rising from the bottom of her stomach.

Was this all my fault? Did I do this to her?

 

3rd January 2016, Sunday

 

4:00am

In the gloomy void of sorrows where the clouds blocked the morning light of a rising sun; a small glimmer of hope shone through into a despondently hopeless mother in the form of her daughter's eyes twitching and mouth letting out a sigh and a grumbling groan.

"Mum...don't keep me here," she croaked out her first emotionless words after waking up from the anaesthetic with a hoarse voice and half open dreary eyes.

Her mother's heart dropped as the realisation that her daughter had knowingly attempted suicide. Those words, those miserably soul sapping and heart sickly depressive words, just brought reality home to her, crushing down on her like a tone of bricks.

But what did she mean by 'here'? This hospital? This home? This country? This world? Maybe even this universe?

"I can't stay here..." she continued in a husky rasp, a croaking voice escape from a parched throat.

Both didn't know what to say next. Maybe there was nothing more to say and this was the end of all things.

After an uncomfortably long burst of silence her mother broke it, terrified of the noiseless room she spoke up with a mousy yet steely voice, afraid of the response yet yearning for an explanation.

"You really fought against life."

"That's what dying is," Valerie replied dismissively, giving dead the status it deserved: it only mattered when it happened to someone who mattered, like with so many other things. Death was otherwise trivial.

Thousands die everyday. Nobody notices or cares. Why should Valerie be any different?

"Why do you want to die?" her mother inquired, not judgement in her voice-only a curiosity and a desperation and a yearning to understand her cryptic daughter.

"Why do you want to live and pretend like you aren't dying every day?" Valerie retorted.

"I'm not," her mother replied, simply and blandly yet abruptly.

"Roughly seven billion of your cells die every day in apoptosis, if cells were people then the human race would of died ten times over today...I don't see life as anything special and I see my life as pathetically worthless, it's one I don't want to live."

"Does Del make you not want to live anymore?" her mother questioned, leaning forward to her daughter slightly to better see her expression.

"No, she just helps me accept what I am," Valerie replied nonchalantly and wearily in a tired sigh, staring up to the ceiling with a blank expression.

 

"And what are you?" her mother asked.

"I'm a natural born loser," Valerie replied with a quick smile and a brief lift of her thick eyebrows before she sighed again.

"It's not that I don't want to live, it's just that here, this place, everything about it, makes me feel so dead, so I think if I die, I'll be someplace better, at least I hope-because nowhere could be worse than here," Valerie added, an irritated and insular tone to her snark coated voice dripping with cynicism.

"I don't want to die, I just don't want to be here," she snapped to emphasis her point, her husky voice a sharp and gravelly quip.

"Why is this place so bad?" her mother inquired, speaking tentatively and soothingly, her eyes perplexed. Valerie almost scoffed at the ignorance, she couldn't be bothered to rehash old news-besides, if she didn't understand then there's no way she'll ever understand.

"I'll talk to the therapist but I'm going to downplay it all, I'm not staying in a psyche ward for longer than I have to. I fucking hate it here, don't make me go and see my old counsellor, I've been free of them since August and I'm just finally starting to be normal, this was  just a moment of weakness." Valerie stated, her voice determined, however it was manipulative with its overbearingly forced vulnerability and sickly sweetness to create pity in her mother.

"I want to be normal and vapid and boring, just another clone like everybody else,"

"Go along with it," she stated with absolutely unmovable resolve, eyes boring intensely into her mother, voice more forceful and authoritative then her mother had ever heard. It was as if it wasn't Valerie speaking.

Surely attempting suicide doesn't mean you are starting to be normal, she knows she's bad enough to know she's going to have to go to a psyche ward...maybe she thinks it isn't the best thing for her. She is the only one who truly knows herself...I have to help her, give her what she wants so she's happy, yeah this is the best thing for her. I'll do it all for her, I love her and this is what I'll do.

"Okay," her mother replied, a faint smile with a trace of warmth playing weakly across her unsure lips that eventually settled as a supportive smile of a mother.

Valerie thought only two words with absolute relief:

'It worked.

11th January 2016, Monday

Valerie stared down at her shoes and at the pale cream coloured smooth floor as she lined up for dinner, the droning of the bustling conversations filtered out, the smells of the various meals drowned out, nothing seemed to reach her as she fixated on how a thread of her right lace was loose with a glazed over and distant look in her dull eyes.

Good job bullshitting your way through this Val, telling the therapist how you felt instant regret once you'd downed the pills and the drinks, you damned good liar.

This queueing routine was what she had been doing for the past week, which she enjoyed the most because it reminded of her of when she was a little kid and buying all the chocolate bars she wanted and queuing to buy them with her pocket money, ecstatic to be able to eat them.

She didn't know the faces of anyone in the ward, just what their shoes and leg-wear looked like, due to the fact that she never looked up. Most had black converses or white trainers, a few blue and grey shoes in between but those were more rare. Grey sweatpants and ripped blue jeans were common too.

She drifted, waking up, taking her medication, getting breakfast, talking to apathetic doctors, listening to the conversations of others while she sat cross legged and hunched over on the sofa with head hung low, getting lunch, reading her books and maybe taking more medication, having dinner, having group therapy, going to sleep. It was a continuous and mundane routine-yet the simplicity of it was charming for Valerie, it helped her detach from reality to grapple with her illnesses.

Mum hasn't called today, I guess she's busy working, that's a good thing, more time to myself.

Once she felt the food hit her plate she went over the corner of the dinner hall to silently and hastily eat her food, which happened with no interruption before she wandered back to her unoccupied dormitory, she shared it with another woman a few years older than her who wore long black boots and black leggings, she also had a high pitched voice and plenty of deep and fresh scars on the back of her hands.

Valerie went to sleep quickly, not really caring she was missing the group therapy. Most of those people had vastly different issues to her own anyway.

Nothing really matters...not in a bad way, it's just that before I didn't think anything mattered...in this kind of pessimistically nihilistic way, now nothing matters in this kind of relaxing and comforting way. It's kind of peaceful to know nothing matters...

It's kind of peaceful to feel so...emotionless and content with everything....

I feel a lot less pressure now.

I'm not sinking...now I'm floating.

17th January 2016, Sunday

Valerie flicked through the various poems she had written during her two week stay in the psych word as her mother drove down the motorway, other cars flashing past in a blur as dusk set in, she was trying to remember writing the poems but barely remembered any of her stay at all, only the odd random snippet at best.

She found one page full of various scribbled illustrations of mountains, birds, oceans and trees surrounding a poem simply entitled' Lighten':

The enlightening alpenglow of Mount Kailash

The eye of insight so wide open with crystal clarity

Summit submission to the dharma

An auspicious sun to warm the frozen 

A sea of clouds to dive into

And float away into freedom

Agony so void

Bliss so full

Once all is dead

She remembered writing five days into her stay during that one during the only long lasting conversation she had with a bi polar, transgender boy in his early twenties who had told her all about his recent conversion to Buddhism after a crystal meth addiction, she remembered how she felt like everything made sense after that hours long conversation about something she thought she didn't care about: religion.

She found another one that she wrote after passing a dormitory playing ridiculously loud black metal as night neared and hearing the next morning that the two occupants of the dormitory had drunk almost two pints of bleach between them to try and commit suicide and used the music to cover the noises they made while they tried to keep themselves from throwing up. In group therapy that day they were told that one was in a critical condition and unstable and the other was stable but critical. The poem was titled 'Cerberus':

Breathing in Hell's air

Turning my lungs demonic

Make my stomach burn

Burn like the ninth circle

Make my skin rip like paper

Acidic body of porcelain

Nothing feels real anymore

Bleach my body

To cleanse my soul

Lonely hearts of deception

Drown my endless sorrows

With more endless pain

Nothing feels real anymore

Unreachable, unsalvageable, unsaved

Cerberus my pet, unchained

In a dim lit room, blasting my doom

Nothing feels real anymore

I cage myself as my own master of paining

Burning up as bright as a dead star waning

Sins scarred into me

Nothing feels real anymore

Before she knew it her mother was pulling up into the driveway.

Home.

Time: 03: 40 pm, 	12-07-2016
The time just changed to 03: 40pm and the thunder is rumbling and I can hear the long stretched sound as if heaven is talking into my heart, which has become the first order of His first order, 2 other eyes (03: 42pm). They just brought the light and the thunder is still rumbling, while my system got booting and making some whistling kind of sound waiting for me to instruct it with F1s key to access the desktop domain. On the system, this is what was written "Phoenix ROM BIOS PLUS Version 1:10 AØ9 (time on my Nokia Phone: 3: 46PM) Copyright 1985-1988, Phoenix Technologies Ltd.
Copyright 1990-2004 Dell Computer Corporation 11 rights Reserved. (Time on my Nokia Phone: 03: 48pm)
Dell System Dimension 46ØØi series BIOS version AØ9
www.dell.com
Invalid Configuration Information-please run SETUP program
Diskette drive O seek failure
Performing automatic IDE Configuration
Primary Master: Disk Drive
Secondary Master: CD-ROM Device
Time-of-day not set-please run program
Strike the F1 key to continue, F2 to run the set utility (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 Phone: 03: 53pm)
OK! Press F1
I stroked F1, and I saw the logo of my system displayed
BUILDING A NEW SYSTEM FROM NIGERIA welcome (EYE: SYSTEM CODES)
What I saw on my desktop displayed screen of my system was, my picture used as screen saver. The picture reveals that I was singing, holding a microphone with my hand stretched facing the world and from behind me was a crystal clear four stars in the position of a cross resting facing me from behind, one directly on my left hand that was stretch forth and another brilliant star under my hand that was stretched and two other facing the one directly on my shoulder of the hand that was stretched, facing each other's diagonally, and I have shortcut file of one of my book titled "The Reality of the Forbidden Fruit" and beneath it was a folder with a name "scripture" (Time now on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04:00); directly on the side of my stretched hand is another folder (thunder rumbling) titled "My books on worship and life", just right on a little bit down my shoulder is another shortcut file of my book titled "Understanding the purpose of marriage before entering". The location of my documents: directly on my stretched hand are four stars, but not as brilliant as the mentioned four, they have blur appearance and two are diagonally facing each other, mediating between them is one of my song titled "Holy Ghost party" with obvious code 01 and under it is a movie folder titled "The track list 2" and directly under the folder is the system time (not correctly set) was 12: 26 am with Local Area Network Connection icon in from of the time and a show icon and the date on the system reads February, 20, 2004, which is right in front of the time is the hide icon mediating between the time and the LAN icon, with a restore icon in front and also help icon that extends, horizontal is the start icon (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04: 11 pm). Looking up to the direction of my right hand from my view point, sequence of icons with 9 rows and 4 columns, but the fourth column have its icons (all my music and the folder of some of my other books) which starts from the 5th row.
So describing from the 5th row above, I have music, folder, divine programming folder, the reality of the forbidden fruit folder, the reality of His glory folder and my books on marriage folder, which the microphone I am holding mediates between this two folders "The reality of His glory and my books on marriage" a black microphone with a blue cross like knob that touches the folders as mentioned above. I am wearing a black suit, white shirt and a black tie with (sorry! My fiancée just interrupted with a call: time of call: not noted, time of call ended: 04: 26 pm) and I was telling her I will head Nokia and Techno, that I am designing a program codes to build a giant system (this may not be literal as I have stated to head Nokia and Techno). It is raining and thunder is rumbling when she called and I heard thunder rumbled from her end, but she said, she did not hear it, when I asked her if she did not hear it. I asked her if it was raining from her end, she said "no!" but it was really rainy here. (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04: 29m pm).
Continuing from where I stopped!
From the second row from the right to the left on my Dell Computer System, is the shortcut to one of my book "The Reality of the Forbidden Fruit" above it from beneath is, the shortcut to my book "Understanding the rhythm of our heartbeat" (thunder rumbling as if a mighty machine is walking underneath the earth, shook me on my bed (car horning! And my mind is racing and a little bit drifted after hearing the sound of the horn twice). I am suspecting it is my landlord and another person I cannot really identify. I am not really sure! (Time: 04: 34 pm).
Above the folder is Microsoft office folder, my new music folder (horn!) footstep tending toward opening the gate (thunder extensively rumbled as if it is travelling (horn!). Mozilla Firefox shortcut and a folder with a name Egah, from the top on the third role (time: 04: 04= [02222], where [22] 2 is [did] di = thunder code (thunder rumbling (time: 04: 42 pm)) is the Power Bible CD, beneath it is Airtel Broad band, DC-unlocker client, Airtel, Light Image Resizer, Videos, COWON Media Center-Jet, virtual DJ home, Pro show Gold, on the fourth row from beneath directly above the START button is my books, VLC media player, Adobe Reader X, Recycle Bin, My Network places, My Computer, My Document (04: 48 pm: The text on the screen my phone just scrolled from  "SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME 2, REALITY BEYOND SCIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY…." to "MAN'S SPIRIT AND MIND" now! (04: 50 pm) became the body of Satan (4: 51 pm) and I was supposed to make post on Facebook.
Why am I writing all these things?
To some people, this will be self-delusive, but to me, it is a perfect program aiding my communication to present deep realities beyond the confines of thought grasp. Now, if A = 1 and 1 = i(eye) and C has the numeric code 3 and he (devil) hiding as Da Vinci stole the heart of the eye of man and hid it in the highest peak of evil (pyramid) and that eye(i) = 1.
So A + C+ i+i (the two eyes stolen by Lucifer to generate Da Vinci code) = 1+3+1+1=5, where 5=E and E us defined as Eternal life. You can see where the code of infinity was gotten from, when you alternate 5 anticlockwise 90° or faced up, it becomes the infinite code. Who is that person that negates good/ the devil is the one who negates; so infinite is Da Vinci's code creator (Lucifer), which implies almost everything we studied in school is actually coded from Lucifer. AC current, so infinix phone is also one of the latest Lucifer's products to nail the mind of man. Have you ever thought of this? The more you hate porn, the more you see them, and most of this phones comes with customized porn that you cannot delete because they are locked up system files. 
Wake up! Wake up from your slumber to reality. I am glad I have the best phone on earth and I am using the most spiritual phone, right now on earth (smiles), until I now Head Nokia and techno (symbolic) companies to bring invent the latest technology that you don't see the devices, but what you will experience is the effect that will be brought about by divine's codes through Pa Vine's seed (Egah = HAGE5 network). NOKIA and TECHNO latest base will be in the trigger of the pistol of the global sphere of reality, where in the trigger have a pistol and that pistol is directly the inversion of the global pistol, but it will function as the operating system that is connected to the person of God (time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 05: 09057161925 (strong password) just changed to 05: 10 pm).
Break! (05: 10 pm)
Resume! (06: 00 pm): NEPA just seized the light!

Consciously or subconsciously, life is a force that drags us in, deep into dimensions. 
We are married from birth to our purpose in life in one way or the other even without knowing, but faith in God will bring us face to face with this reality.
 Even if we do whatever to run away from this reality, it will somehow find us and drag us into aligning to who we truly are beyond the knowledge impressed us by the mind rebranding system in the form of secular and religious education, and we now think, we are what they told us we are. 
This is the reason for misplacement of our true identity in God and that is why we often struggle for recognition instead of staying to whom God has created us to be. You are uniquely unique, independent, but dependent on your programmer, who is a higher force beyond the confines of your thought grasp.
Journey into the deep!
I grew up to know myself as an alien in this world of some certain happenings around my life, which gave me a course of concern. It seems as if I think differently and see things from a different dimension and I could not just understand why then, while I was growing as a child, but now I know and understand better.
This book is spirit breathed revealing a journey into great awareness, pointing to the realization of self beyond self-designed ideologies.
A lot of things that was happening in my life while I was advancing from the cradle that I could not just explain, because it was my days of ignorance, evolving into the more complex world that threw me into chaotic state of thoughts, not knowing exactly what to hinge on as reality. There were things that kept recurring and calling my attention deeper and these things were never letting me be. One of the notable experiences I had, that I will never forget, was the experience of recurring convulsion that almost ruined my life. 
God can never let you be when you have His Divine seal, you are not your own, you are His very own, the earlier you know this, the sweeter will life become for you, and the swifter things will answer to you and work in your favor even when it seems working against others. This is why He cannot leave, nor forsake you, because you are His project program #Reality reached from my personal experience#.

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Shifting their sound and image from solely aggressive, masculine hip hop to more diverse styles, BTS wanted to express the beauty and anxiousness of "youth" and settled on the title of "花樣年華" (Korean: 화양연화; Romanized: Hwayangyeonhwa), loosely interpreted to define "youth" as "the most beautiful moment in life." Their third EP, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1 (March 2015), explored the growth and emotional agony of youth as well as its playful and uplifting sides. Fuse included it as the only Korean album on their list of the "27 Best Albums of 2015 So Far." The EP has sold over 415,000 copies to date. Its lead single "I Need U" was BTS' first top five hit in Korea and garnered BTS first ever music show win on SBS MTV's The Show. While its second single, "Dope (Korean: 쩔어; Romanized: Jjeoreo)", only peaked at number 44 in Korea, it peaked at number three on Billboard's World Digital Songs Chart and became their first music video to accrue over 100 million views on YouTube in October. The group began the world tour extension of their Red Bullet Tour in June, titled 2015 Live Trilogy Episode II: The Red Bullet, visiting cities throughout Asia, Oceania, North America, and Latin America. Their fourth Japanese single, "For You", was released on June 17 to celebrate the first anniversary of their Japanese debut and topped Oricon's daily chart, selling over 42,000 copies within its first day. BTS later performed at Japan's Summer Sonic Festival on August 15 and 16.

In November, BTS commenced their third concert tour, 2015 BTS LIVE "The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: On Stage", debuting their new song and the lead single from their fourth EP The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 2, "Run", during the Seoul dates. Thematically, the EP focused more on the serious and speculative aspects of youth, touching on the pursuit of success, loneliness, affection for their origins, and the suffering of the younger generation due to unfavorable conditions in current society. Critically, it was praised as the successful merging of the style of The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1 with BTS' initial identity. The album topped the weekly Gaon Album and Billboard World Albums charts and BTS became the first K-pop act to remain atop the latter for multiple weeks. It also marked their first appearance on the Billboard 200 chart, peaking at number 171 with over 5,000 copies. BTS were awarded Best World Performer at the 17th Mnet Asian Music Awards in recognition of their international fan base.

Their first Korean compilation album and the finale to their "youth series", The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever, was released in May 2016. It included three new singles: the top 40 hit "Epilogue: Young Forever", the top 10 hit "Fire" (Korean: 불타오르네; Romanized: Bultaoreune), and the top 20 hit "Save Me". The album topped Gaon Weekly Chart in Korea for two consecutive weeks and peaked at number 107 on the U.S. Billboard 200. The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever later won BTS' first major Korean award for Album of the Year at the 8th Melon Music Awards. BTS embarked on their Asia tour extension, 2016 BTS LIVE "The Most Beautiful Moment in Life On Stage: Epilogue", from May to August, visiting 10 cities and performing to 144,000 fans. During their tour, BTS held a landmark two-day concert at the Olympic Gymnastics Arena in Seoul in May, and performed as first time headliners at both U.S. KCON shows held that year in Newark (June) and Los Angeles (July), to sold-out audiences. In line with their other successes, they became the first K-pop group to receive their own Twitter emoji in May 2016.

In September 2016, BTS released their second Japanese studio album Youth. It sold over 44,000 copies on its first day of release and peaked at number one in Japan. Pre-orders for their second Korean studio album Wings, released in October 2016, accumulated over 500,000 copies within the first week. Wings combined the themes of youth presented in their previous "youth series" with temptation and adversity and, for the first time as a major group effort, included seven solo tracks that demonstrated each members' potential and individuality as independent musicians. The album was generally well-received by critics, with Rolling Stone naming it "one of the most conceptually and sonically ambitious pop albums of 2016," while Fuse praised the "vulnerable and honest song material" and diverse tracks. The lead single "Blood Sweat & Tears" achieved a music chart "all-kill" in South Korea and became their first number one hit on the weekly Gaon Digital Chart. Its music video gained over 6 million views within 24 hours, breaking the previous record held on YouTube for the highest number of views of a K-pop group music video within 24 hours. Wings opened at number 26 on the U.S. Billboard 200, the highest chart ranking ever for a K-pop album, and BTS became the first Korean group to top the Billboard Social 50 chart that month. It was their first "million seller" album, moving over 1.5 million copies in South Korea that year and became the best-selling album in Gaon Album Chart history at the time. BTS were the first artist not from a "Big Three" entertainment company (SM, YG and JYP) to win Artist of the Year at the 18th Mnet Asian Music Awards in December.

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