I am moping in my room while watching the lively trees dance along the wind. Nature seems to look so free and happy, unlike me, who's feeling all down because of my situation. It was already noon, yet I felt rotted staying at this four-corner space. It's ironic how spacious my room is, but I still feel suffocated.
It seems like the more I stay here longer, the more I get insane. I wonder how introverted people manage to stay in their rooms without getting bored to death. Those people are one hell of a legend, and I wanted to learn from them so that I could survive whenever I am grounded.
Usually, I could still roam around the pack even if I'm grounded before, but right now, I have a watched dog downstairs, and my dad has probably been monitoring the CCTV's in his office. Although he's a
