This is clearly not what I've expected in the beginning.
Yes, it's like my family and I do want to contribute back.
But It's less than a month, so many things happened
and I'm so sick of things.
I'm so sick of people calling me to bitch about another person.
I'm so sick of you calling me to bitch about her.
And I couldn't do anything.
Nothing other than keeping quiet.
Waiting for the storm to be over.
Sometimes it's just disgusting to lend out hands and be nice.
People take advantage of you.
You helped because you take them as friends.
And when you really need help, you don't see them.
Then all their words are just empty words.
Just empty even though they sound like fresh roses
But they turn out to be bloody-red ones that's embedded in thorns.

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