Again? I'm tired of this world full of lies and injustice. I hate forcing myself to fit in to make other people happy. I hate the fact that I have to obey every command of that person no matter how absurd it is. I'm so miserable, now I have no interest in participating in this training session anymore. Oh no, I've never been interested since then. I don't feel that life is any fun at all. Everything is covered in a murky black, the darkness of this world is slowly swallowing me. I'm dying, no, I'm probably dead a long time ago. I died at birth and was embraced by the world by the endless voices of my parents arguing. Of course, I didn't see it all. After all, I was just a baby then. But given their strange personalities, this is easy to guess.

Just thinking about these things makes me feel uneasy. They are nothing to me anymore, why do I bother to care about those people? There is a book that once taught me: If you hate someone, you still care for that person. I don't want to be like