(Zyrie)
I kept walking and walking until I see myself in a place that I do not usually go to. I let out a deep sigh and looked on what was in front of me, I saw tall buildings, the summary of the world in one picture- I am at the rooftop. I sat on the ground and leaned my back on the cemented wall and shoved my face on my arms crossed on my lap. I hate that every time people would tell me on how I lived my life easier than everyone else, like I do not have the right to feel tired, to feel struggles and to experience difficulties. They always think that being rich and came from a prestige family would give you the contentment you are searching with your whole life- but it was the opposite. If you came from a wealthy background, you have no right to feel contented, you have no right to have
