A Nightmare

I was trying too hard to forge ignorance. The deep voice of a debater then filled me with awkwardness. The gasp for attention almost killed me. The atmosphere suddenly turned so cold and I forced myself to think I was deaf that I kept quiet throughout. Everyone had tried too hard somehow. Later on, the Hungry Ghost Festival came again and I was totally disgusted, wishing someone would just put me to sleep immediately; if it was other group of people, the embarrassment might be spilled.

Is this a nightmare or the sweetness has overturned?

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