Even if the mere existence of such demon debases me, I am not yearning for my liberation. Stubbornly I continue to adhere on delusions and hopes of my own, yet simultaneously I beg for comprehension from others. But with time, deliberation will vanquish impudence and arrogance will banish inquisitiveness. This is the inevitable doom of maturing. However, currently I praise the advantage of sensitivity, for as it has been said before – emotions are all that matters, with no respect to how superficial or synthetic they are.