Earlier this morning, I was dropped off at the orphanage. All I remember is passing out and everything disappearing, one by one. I don't know what happened, but I will find out. A drunk lady runs this place like a lunatic. I heard we have to wake up at four o'clock in the morning and stay up late just to clean non-stop. I still have the energy to do everything. I will find my parents and get out of this mess. I will sue them. I have a brother, who's probably going insane. I will look for him. I will always have the energy to do so. My energy never dies. Even when pain gets gruesome, crying about my brother, my energy will never die.