The Reasons of Me.

Blame is a weird feeling because even though people chose to hurt me, I'm the one who chooses to stay sad. Please do not expect a happy ending, or a proper ending whatsoever, I have never been that good at goodbyes. This story is my way of letting go, my way of explaining my life using short stories and poetry. This story is not for pity, Ipain. just need someone to listen to my pain.