How fucking embarassing my imagination i speak out all the time to strangers. No matter they are good stories, everything i say is made up by this wild mind and inspiration of mine.

I will always think they are good stories overall, but realistic? Not so sure for all of them. I feel total cold feet.

Why do I think I know for sure WW3 is coming? I have been saying it since 2016 , first flash in 2001 on the phone with a friend i had a crush on. It seems foolish like heck to indulge such fears without any intelligence into it.

But just thrilling emotions and inspiration to write heroic stories for the times, if the times are dire for real like they appear to be becoming.