Concentration

It's hard to concentrate now.

Damn I hate this.

Doing things you don't really like and it gonna spend most of my time.

I wanna scream, loudly.
Tell you that I do hate my life.
I wanna run away, far far away from here, a island without any hope.

I feel I close myself again, deeply close.
No further.

Where is my peace and absolute freedom. Where have you been? Ok, I just under quite huge pressure, and can't stop complaining about everything.

But one thing that is right for me is that, I really live in an islands without any hope. Yep, no hope here.