Talking is tiring and expensive. I prefer silence and calm.

Only now did I realize the meaning of their existence as nothingness.

My patience is exhausted by the actions of those around me, as if I were a match lit by their sharp words, and strangely, I have not yet been burned. I am shocked by my reaction to their actions, that there is no reaction in the first place, as if my insides are hollow, there are no feelings, no matter how much they try to provoke me, my only reaction is silence. And ignore them.

Will all this effort and effort for my dream actually get us there, or is this all a waste of time?

As if anything I do is not enough for them.