I do care for her.

August days have passed. I keep uncovering that world, but finally still cannot figure out what it really means to me. I keep talking more, doing more. It doesnt work, at all.

It is painful to wait. It is painful to be responsible for something that just makes you feel like a heavy stone. The day when you feel a sense of betrayal. The day when you just want to leave everything behind and live on your own.

My soul is not destroyed by the heat of this city, but its people.