I have reached my end.

People who followed the rules of the assignment were deemed as bottom pit. People who boldly ignored all the rules were credited, had their effort appreciated, and applauded for taking the risk. Double standard. I cannot stand what's still happening in this real world. With that said, I think I have probably reached the end of my life.

Earlier tonight, I saw how happy my grandmother was, getting all of us together in harmony and joyfulness. I smiled despite how much I hated to even be near people I loathe with all my heart.

Anyway, life is never fair, and I am quite done already.

The last few years, I had it worst, or rather, my life sucks since birth, since I wasn't born as a man in that generation. I always try my best, be it in school since childhood or even today, as an old lady studying in class sporadically and committedly. Still, there is never fairness in this life.

I am exhausted. I am just waiting to be taken without forcing my way to hell.

Before that, I still like to extend my thanks to a nice angel for wanting to love me at my darkest and worst state of mind. Like how "stressful" you have been saying to many people, the more I wouldn't charred you with a soulless person like me.

Anyway, if I am intercepted during my journey to hell, perhaps, as the phoenix rises from the ashes, I will be here with a new heart again...