IBapplied

The night is mine, and i'm confused, not even through a night of reflection i could tell if anything is real, thus i feel like offred.

I feel as if my dreams are not yet fulfilled as if i've reached a milestone without anything. For that i feel like nick.

But anything that happens will atone it will atone as everything happens for a reason thus i feel like Mr rochester.

The thought of the difference between who you are and who people see you as is provoking for that i feel as dorian.

How can a small incident of item change my mind and life so much? this makes me feel as Gemmy.

Was this strike 1 strike 2 or my strike out? Isn't my situation quite Cory like?

Life's all mysteries is all destined to happen as they do, often they happen to teach a lesson. thus i feel as the twenty six malignant gates.

Finally to be of not to be is my question and this is very hamlet like.

And all i realise is that i truly live in a dream deferred.

/Absolutely Too good English