I don't know what am I doing. I know people dying is human nature. I know we can't make anyone love us and be supportive. All we can do is give, appreciate, accept.

I was taught being nice when someone isn't having a nice day. When your dad comes home from work he might be grumpy and fierce. We don't reflect it to them, we be nice to make their day less miserable.

I was taught giving respect even if people did not do the same. She was unreasonable for making a piece of shit the President. He did that because he didn't know the reason I stayed. Yeah I don't have respect towards her. At least I don't affect her life. At least I didn't affect his life.

I was taught appreciating when someone's alive. That scene flashed more often these days, that made me feel awesome because I see you fine, strong and healthy, making faces, being ok. I'm happy that you're fine.

The last thing I heard from you, was you prefer that.

I was taught to move on in situations like this. We can't make anyone stay in our life.

If I made my decision to die, I won't regret doing it.

It wont make any difference.