I woke up early to get to my passport. It was done pretty fast, so I went down to Chinatown to collect my LFC tickets. Four hours of waiting for the shop to open.

I needed some alone time to think and I got everything I came down for, but I was absolutely miserable. This feeling of neglect and loneliness.

Somehow, I feel unappreciated. Not that any of you bother.

Now, pardon me while I burst into flames.

Good night.