This thing has been brewing up in my mind ever since one of my friend left writing. She was a super talented writer who had many dreams. I tried talking her out; the way we all have to do with our friends. The one thing she said struck me really bad. She claimed that her work is starting soon and it’s better to live in reality than dreams. This followed with a series of events from discord server where I have been volunteering. Someone had difficulty in speaking about something and I tried taking things into my hand. It resulted in collision and a strong inelastic one. I started doubting myself; day to day troubles and then there was certain someone who loved scratching me every now and...