I hardly slept that night. . .

Don't ask why you don't sleep, you should know why you have Keith by your side, you can guess, I'm exhausted, because some people say I'm a playboy or something. I met a bastard holding me here. He said he was singing. . .

Cry.

I don't know where he came from. He is tired. He is not tired at all. He always holds him down. When a new day comes, he knows it is my holiday. He stares at me from the moment he opens his eyes. Fortunately, I was able to stop it by putting the work I had to do...