For many years, I have undergone overwhelming expectations, was required to achieve further accomplishments, and this was deemed reasonable throughout my life.

The long voyage has been exhausting, but certain matters filled with bitter affections, force me to look within myself. It seems I have lost the self-awareness of "being myself", though I have no strong opinion about that.

Struggling, desperation, false hope, and countless pain. Such is life, a brutal reality everyone has to face. But at least, I still have room to put myself in here.