Being sad, losing friends... I'm not doing this for fun. I would love to have occasional fun, but seeing the world crying out hard and people's minds infected with lies: I can't stop. The outside world is not fun, it's unreal.

Death is an illusion, so I guess I just have to keep on pushing even if everyone will hate me for that. As I'm not afraid to die. I'm more afraid to not to live for my true life's purpose.

[Wish they could see the true motive.]

Fortunately the change is coming, [and you're fighting against it, why?]

Everything is possible. Now I'm sad. Well, I guess I chose to be that way.