Problems. It's my everyday. Hell. It's my life. Death. It's my goal. Love. It's my weakness. Fight. It's my strength. Friends. I care. Family. Nothing. Enemy. Hobby. Suffer. Pain. Hurt. Endure. Feel. Agony. Anguish. Misery. Woe. Torture. They're my words. Is there a possibility that this kind of life I have will change? Am I going to change? What if I change? But how?