getting up at six everyday is demanding. i’m getting tired, impatient, easily irritable, unstable. last thursday broke my spirit, I guess.

it’s not like a well written story so you can come out happy and with little troubling you. it’s not like you can die for your believes. it’s not like you can fight for your believes either.
bastards will just keep raping your ideals and dreams.

…

poor Shinon.