Letter #1: 3/22/22
My heavy heart is a heart I'm carrying today. I suddenly want to burst out, to cry and just feel the pain. I talked with my ate and I feel it again. I hope that heart learned to be at peace if forgiving isn't an option and for those who caused it, who is at blame, I hope, they were able to learn from their wrongdoings and be more open-minded.
I hate myself, for being a coward. I was born with a tongue to make a voice but why do I always end up being so voiceless? Why do I have to be this coward? When will I change? I need more self-improvement.
I do always want to write. But why I couldn't? Time will past and if I remain here? Do you think, I will able to reach something? Time can't wait me. It pains me how it can caused so much devastation.
Please, you, me, fix me. I want to write.
