Never mind.

I can just do that.

I grip the blade so much …

… and my hands are killing me …

… but I keep gripping…

I’m still crying …

… because …

… I feel …

… I will not …

… succeed to …

… but …

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

And …

… through the pain,

… I can feel something …

… dripping down my arms.

I feel something …

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to give up.

And …

… through the pain,

… I can feel something …

… dripping down my arms.

I let go the blade,

… and look at my hands.

And through the pain,

I can feel something dripping down my arms.

I let go the blade,

… and look at my hands.

What I was feeling is my blood.

My blood, from my hands.

Then …

… I woke up.