The November riots were something I can barely remember. The TV stations covered it, I just assumed it was another stupid cause that people were getting themselves killed over. I remember thinking that we could trust the government, they were elected officials, if they went to far, there were systems to stop them.

God, was I really that naive? The systems that were in place, did they really matter? Whatever power put them in could take them out. Maybe they never even existed, relying on the majority vote to weed out the corruption. Maybe there was never anything to stop the wrong people getting into positions of power.

My parents, I guess I can blame them for who I was. They trusted in the government too much, they figured the same as I did, taught me how to think.
Oh god, how can I think about them like that? They were misguided maybe but they were my damned Parents. I loved them. I still do.

After... them, I woke up to some extent. I knew what was going on, and there was nobody to stop them. They gave themselves more and more power, growing, inflating, till they were gods among men. Then there was nothing we could do.

Well... not quite. It's why we exist really.

So here I am, on a bed in a makeshift command post. Soldiers against the corruption? Maybe. It's still hard to decided why we do what we do.
I do know it's better than living like the rest of the city, I know here I can be free.
I just hope it stays that way.

I also hope I can get to sleep at some point.