When you can't enter the public washroom,

without staring at every corner for possibility of hidden cameras.

Or even your own bathroom,

without the fear of everyone you've ever met,

or is going to meet, watching you defacate.

That is no way to live.

 

And then. Those fears became reality.

 

If I survive through this,

I would say success is much like flatulence.

That is you are relieved when the pressure is released.

And I dearly hope, the people who put me in this situation,

ends up enjoying the melodies of their own flatulAnce,

after becoming violated by their inmates.

 

And here is my sacrifice...

I will never dream of being all dignified

and gothic like Sephiroth.

 

I'm just gonna have to live with comedy all the time.

 

T_T......