I want to write something, I want to express my feelings, I want to write about how much I cried, I want to write about how overwhelmed I felt, I want to write about how lonely I felt in the crowd, I want to write… Can I write? Will it help? Can you understand my feelings enough? Can you understand the crisis I’m in? I swear I’m struggling so much… If I’m lying, let me die before tomorrow comes.

In a world where making money is so difficult, no one should talk to me about justice, no one should talk to me about kindness and love, because in kindness and love and passion and the meaning of this life, it’s all about money.
I didn’t realize the power of money before, but when you see it, you understand that money is the line between being a slave and being a master.