I fail to understand a few things. I even, at times, close my mind
from matters I never want to face. I get depressed. I mess up when I
can't manage everything coming by. I cry when I can't help myself
anymore. I mourn. I become sad. I try to transform my emotions into
something else, just to forget. I lie. I make mistakes. I get jealous and upset. I sometimes feel like a toy being dumped. I get hurt. But still,
I choose to exist, just because . . . I love.
