Take me away

On the second working day of the year, I’ve already developed phobia in going to camp. The sweeties who I’ll be seeing on the way no longer have the power to ease my hatred.

How cruel it is to do favours for a person who doesn’t wish to help you. To me, it’s the same feeling as someone close has passed away – how sad. I’ve no choice, being a powerless prawn in this disgusting world.

I’m brought down from a confident soldier back to a depressed one, someone who didn’t like to talk. Let my silence be the objection.

Nobody is able to help and this is life, this is life.

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