Everybody's hell is different. It is not only fire and pain. The real hell is when my life accidentally goes wrong. I incredibly don't understand why i have to put up with mean and hateful people every now and then? She turned out to be exactly who i thought she were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. & it was me whom you bitched about in front of them. Look,I'm not here to just plainly grumble unnecessarily,okay? I want you to know that i know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was,but I'm not anymore. & the thing is,i really don't effing care what people might think about me because i believe in myself. & i know that things are going to turn out good eventually.Even though to such critical extent whereby i have no family,no job and no money for anything at all- it is still you that i feel sorry for, Ayu.