Chapter 62.

When I was in my second year in high school, I had a pretty realistic dream, which felt so surreal at the time. Here it is...

(Note that what you're about to read contains some words others may find disturbing. Also, this is a work of fiction. Any names and events are all fictitious)

Life's so unfair, it makes me want to die. Especially when you're prostrate in hardship or poverty. And lost all the will to live, no family, no home to return to, no money, and lastly, no girlfriend. I was hoping that one of those would save me from this hell, but I guess no one did. No, actually, a girlfriend's the least I wanted. If I have one, I'll have to buy her gifts, and flowers, or treat her on a date.

So here I am, tying the rope on the ceiling and making sure I won't fall when I hang myself. With this, I can escape reality and swim through the endless sweet dreams I always had on my mind. The dream, where I am with my Mom and Dad, happily and peacefully living ourselves.