I began to do things I'd hope I wouldn't do. I vandalized and ruined places, drawing ugly visuals on walls that belonged to them.
I stayed at the police station that night.
It was only me and a security guard, otherwise it was just empty.
When I got home the next morning,
my parents weren't very happy with me, and I got grounded.
As I served most of my time at home in my room, I thought to myself:
Was this worth it just for a bunch of emotions?
I began by apologizing, then made my way up to gifts.
Then I helped others in need, and I think I can come to the conclusion...
..that I can be happy by just giving to others. Even if I can't show it.
Thank you, for giving me a chance to show off my emotions by actions, even if it is the least I can do for everybody.
