All Good Things... I hate life. What the hell am I doing here? The brunette brought a hand to his head and sighed as he often did. He stared down at the stack of papers on his desk and wanted to fall on his gunblade. Squall never wanted to be commander of Balamb Garden but there he sat, reviewing SeeD applications. He thought things were going to get better after they defeated Ultimecia but they were still crappy as usual. Squall'd always thought that, if he found Sis again, hed be okay. He had found Ellone it had changed little. He was still miserable. Still searching for something. Fuck this. He slammed his desk, making the keyboard bounce, and got up. I need to go slash something. The brunette, typical scowl on his face,