It's not about me

This Night. 

I'll tell you about my short story.

I have had the same life as children my age since I was child. I'm spoiled, whiny, happy. I never imagined such a sad life. I lost one of the most precious parents. It changed me. My life and purpose are gone. I was always alone, follow my ego and sadness every day.

I hated God, I didn't believe in him. I'm always angry with myself. I even remember once I held a knife and wanted to quickly end my life at that time. No one cares, I'm messed up, mentally and heartbroken.I always regret, the regret always comes, many times, problems, sadness, I'm tired, I'm still 11 years old.  Is it worth it to feel all this suffering?

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But now I'm sincere. It took years to forget all the beautiful memories that always make this heart suffer. It's not that easy to forget someone who is precious to you, and forget all the memories that if you remember it turns into a heart disease. 

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