Today, someone else told me that I just try to hurt myself with what my loved ones have to say about me and to me. It makes me sad to see that people don’t understand their worth. Its sad that they can’t see how important they are/were to me. Its sad that they try to go away whenever I lend my hand. Its sadder that they feel smothered by my love. I’m going to keep it all to myself hence on. I’m going to give birth to a new prototype. Anup v2.0!
Ohhh, you, you and you! You’ll will never hurt me again – NEVER.