I really do not get the part where I cannot say what I need to say and ask what I want done.
It's like martial law's being imposed on you. You have a paper, yet you can't say anything that may cause an uproar. You can go out, but you can't be out forever. You can talk, but you have to choose what you have to say.
And I cannot live with such circumstances because I was never accustomed to such.
When you start to get irritated for no reason at all, find fault for no reason at all, get mad for no reason at all, it's like finding fault out of something you wish didn't exist.
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