today's depressing topic: freedom.

is having a curfew honestly make you feel restricted? it does to me. knowing i have to report everything 3 days before hand... its like club activities all over again.

they care, i know. they love me, i know. but is it really what's bothering me?

since i was young i could never have the freedom i wanted. i understood then: i was sick. that i could understand. but now.. how does that explain now?

this feeling im feeling, i cant quite place it. its a mix of everything.

i think i need some time to think through things... and i guess i have to do it alone...

why is there any need to think? got think to think about meh?

that's what she said... ^^ i hate it. she doubts every word i say.

くるしい　だから。