*PRESENT DAY: December 2nd, 2023*
Dear Reader,
They say it's almost impossible to live life without a single regret, and on the 2nd of December 2023, I was not indifferent. I buried myself in the depths of regret, trying to catch my breath underneath, but the concrete wouldn't let me. There were things above the concrete I unintentionally pushed away, yet I managed to convince myself that every action was deliberate. No matter the wait, it was too late, as it was nearly impossible to start over again. That was the bitter truth I tried not to hate.
Migraine almost damaged my brain because I was desperate, going insane, looking for ways to try and change my fate. Unfulfillment is a bitter plague, and burying myself in the concrete was the only way I thought I could isolate. Ann Appi was to blame for everything she had to face, and now she might have to pay for all of her mistakes.
There existed emptiness underneath the concrete, but I chose to stay to help Ann Appi realize the mistakes she blindly made. I wondered if she would choose the lessons or hold on to the mistakes. The lessons meant change, while holding on to the mistakes would break her again. It would bury her deeper underneath the concrete, and shovels would not be able to dig her out of the thick clay.
Dear Reader, On the 2nd of December 2023, I wished Ann Appi would not pick pain because just like everyone, she deserves to recover from her bitter plague.
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