freedom of speech

I’ve decided. To tell him how I feel. The thing is, I’m totally depressed working in this unreasonable lab. I needed to do this because I’ve been lost for quite sometimes wondering why I am being enslaved and oppressed while I merely came for education. I have been complaining a lot as I couldn’t keep my mouth shut when I see my friends and talk to my family. I am like the negativity magnet that only attracts negative stuff. Living a life which is not even a life keeps hitting me like the unexpected tsunami that drowns my brain. Every day I feel like I’m one step nearer to mental break down as the stress is bursting into my bloodstream.
I spoke finally. I decided to fight for the freedom of speech. Nobody dares to speak a word because they are junior. Seniors behave like uncivilized dictator who claims their right on everybody below them. Juniors are slaves. Or should I say modern slaves. I could not stand it any longer, thus I decided to speak. I spoke to him, hoping for a very small change. Even though he kept emphasizing about the culture and system; even though he kept bragging and being proud of their management style; I tried to make my stand. I hope that he agrees with 1% of what I’ve spoken.
Individualism, privacy should not be invaded. I should have the right to speak, to protect myself. I will keep on fighting. I cannot give up my life for this because it is not necessary. I cannot give in anymore because it is unreasonable. Change for the good, not for oppression. I wish they can see some sense in my speech of freedom. I wish they can be more open-minded. I wish.