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How I wish I can transfer out of school, to somewhere new. I thought I could have at least some peace on my own, yet an initiative is made to get me pissed. From the situation, I prefer having a non-stress and a so not heavy loaded life, makes me a happier person. But somehow even now, it never fails to kill and make me even more sick and tired, the urge to escape totally. I wanna be happy, I hate life when it's too miserable. Let's face it. Facts meant everything.
...Consider it not so deeply.