I am so upset when expectancy is high
Be resolved in being dead, I need nothing, while I am determined to overcome any goodness. Tonight, I'll throw away goods like when young. My mother is evil when she fear me about being wasteful.
Why I write? to succeed like others do? I don't write for that purpose but it's the evil which polished my mind or the destroyer? The new environment, all think you do you do for love. Now greed comes, you do everything for something.
The essense of me is not what is here in this body, nor what this body has done. I am being slave of greediness, saving is greedy.