one of my friend said, that I am scared of you. You know I bark like a dog, continuously. But you, you're as thin as paper and as fragile as a jar. And that's what makes me scared. If I'm mad at you, I'll roar but it'll gone in no time. Black and white is my emotion. But you, when you're mad. silent is all you have to give, and when you can't take it anymore, you say you're thought in a trembling voice. And when you're voice's trembling, I know you're mad. Mad as hell. And I am scared as fuck. Because only God knows what you'll do. Hiding in your cave until you're ready, or you just madly going through everything like there's nothing happen, but there's just anger inside.

I can't go home early, my job's makes me even more busy than I've ever been. And I'm scared. I'm scared of what you'll do.

Time... come on! I need more time!