Good

It is raining outside. Tomorrow will be perhaps a bit cold. Maybe no. It will not be comfortable though. I will have to dive deep into the cycle of survival. I have no other way. Try. I can try to achieve a bit peace. How long? There is always something that will steal my struggle of achieving peace. There will be turmoil. Always. I do not know how to get what I want. I do not know what I want.

I want to go on. I want to keep on doing what is expected of me. Then I see their ulterior motives. Their fiendish attitude. There is always a second face. This second face is not good. I am not good. Good, what a misused word! Good night.