After all my life of twenty-one years, I've realized now that my life, me myself, this existence of myself itself is all fake after all while I've always thought to myself that I want to be honest and true always.
I'm wasted, dumped, betrayed, made fool of --- all by myself. Not anyone's fault but only mine.
I've always believed only myself is the one I can always believe and trust. I don't know myself anymore. I don't understand myself anymore. I don't know who I am, I don't know what I am. I am me for sure but I am somebody else at the same time.
Lastly, you don't need to care about me and talk to me about this. This is just for myself. A record of myself and for myself.
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