Donna Nobis Pacem

I lost my only hope.
So, I think I’d better face reality than keep contemplating about things.
Just heard something from somebody.
Kinda break my heart.
Well, actually it’s my fault to put much hope to people around me.
I hate everybody and everything now.
Man, why I never come to realize about this thing.
Maybe it’s the time for me to make great changes and re-shape myself.
This is the first time that I throw my tantrum to thing that I like doing the most.
I hate Capcom.
Well, this sounds really stupid.
I hate it for letting me grow fanatic to video games.
I hate it for persuading me keep buying stupid things.
I hate it for forcing me buy an expensive black box at my home.
I hate it for giving me false hope and stupid dreams that I can work there someday.
I hate it for making me get disappointed today for just some stupid reasons.
Also, I hate everybody now!
Man, this stupid headache is bothering me.
Come to your senses that you will never find anybody that understands you!!!
I went into a wrong school.
Damn…
Where the hell is the place where I can find peace?
Just in several weeks, I’ll get my holiday.
At least, peace in my home.
Well, not really.
At least, my house isn’t really crowded like school.
I can stay at my room.
Maybe because I’m sleepy, I started to say nonsense things.
Time for changes…
So, from now on, let’s try becoming somebody that all people like.
I need to become a “real” girl.
I should care more about the pimples in my face than my comic books.
I should care more about manicure, pedicure and going to salon rather than saving my money for buying game CD.
I should care more about branded clothes in my closet than new video game console.
I should care more about gossips than how to kill zombies in Resident Evil.
I should care more about getting myself prettier than discover how to obtain more blue orb in Devil May Cry.
I should be panic for not having a boyfriend than be panic because I can’t have Sengoku Basara’s merchandise.
I should put Robert Pattison or Daniel Redcliffe posters than anime and game posters in my room.
I should burn down all my comics then change them into fashion magazines.
I should know more fashion things than know the chronological event of my favorite event.
I should change all my games with 90210 or Gossip Girls DVD.
I should change all my artbook with sets of make up and cosmetics.
I should change all my jeans and trousers with dresses.
Oh, man…
I’m such a hypocrit.
I need BD now.
At least for a while.
TC need a rest here…
Why nobody understand…
Why nobody never try to look from my point of view and see what I’ve done for them.

Tormented Complex (TC)