Those people I met at the agency are disgusting, the exact type I don’t want to approach. I am sick of the kind of atmosphere there, all nasty, gross and sallow stuffs.
I am not entitled to privilege nevertheless I won’t appreciate it at all. That’s my pride even though I cannot have it any more.
Literally, I suppose my life can be stopped here, all the highlights are archived. I cannot ask for more.
I just can’t, just can’t, to be someone else. For now, for good.
