I apologize to myself for trusting everyone, believing everyone, being kind to them, giving them my all, and thinking that their hearts were like mine, and that they would do good to me in return for my kindness. But no, it wasn't like that. The more I did good, the more I felt bad about it. And I realized that I shouldn't do good, at least not to someone I know how bad they are. Unfortunately, I can't be hard-hearted. In the end, I still show kindness. I care. Maybe it's my worst or maybe it's my best quality.
I'm sorry, I spent eighty percent of my life alone in my room. I don't need you like you think.
This text is for you, for those of you who always made me happy, supported me, talked to me when I was feeling down, were by my side, and warmed my heart with your presence. You showed me that being a family is not just about being related by blood or living in the same house. You gave me love... and I hope you will stay because I truly love you all with all my heart.