I thought I have figured out things rightly. I thought being a 18 years old human being could make me understand on how to accept myself. That no one out there is me. I was born to be different yet I see it in a different way. I've spent hundreds nights thinking how I hate myself. How I hate the tears that has streamed down my face. How I couldn't accept the fact that sometimes the people I thought who would stay in my life—they ended up leaving. And even worse, they leave scars that I think I will never heal. These scars are not temporary. They become memories and I know memories will stay. But things do change and that's what blown me away. And I do figured out some things. That life is full of never ending questions. That sometimes I do not have to understand why people left.
Because in the end, what matters is myself. And the rest, I'll let them be in the places where they are meant to be.
