The truth is I'm enjoying being here.
The atmosphere, friends everythings here make me enjoy.
But I just don't know.
Something wrong, really wrong, very wrong.
I feel enough.
Too much presure I get here.
The presure. What presure?
Don't ask because I don't know why. I don't know what it is.
But over all, I try. Try to get strong here.
May be that's all I can do.
Enough enough, the tasks are waiting for me to be done.