To my beloved family..
I always try to be honest to you all. But sometimes you never let me tell the truth. The truth that I am the one with some part of me that I live with a mental illness. And the doctor said they're all from my past. But you never come with acceptances. You kept blaming on me like it was me who want all of these. You keep pointing fingers on me like it was all my fault.
YOU ARE READING
The Unfinished Business
Short StoryA diary about a woman who got too much brokenhearted part of her life, especially from her unfinished loved ones and stories about someone who feel sorry that she was still alive today.
