Life is a cycle, another evidence. Something happened to me, it just happened to another people.

Not only goods it reoccurs, but tears and traps. Hate it. As frankly as I am, there probably too much traps to go through, even people in power also have this agony, which is not a good sign.

Alarm's still ringing, but I have somewhere to hide today. Not sure when I will feel bored about the long hours, but at least, I could jump to my bed without hearing anything but straight into dream these days, that's the most comfortable feeling... Even if I dream my daily agony, I could wake myself up and give it another try. Maybe I could dream something good, or could I wake myself up one day?