THE UNLOVED.

PROLOGUE

I thought having a good heart and passion was a good thing.

As I get older, I realize that isn't always the case. The majority of people take advantage of it. It is heartbreaking and demeaning.

I used to have that, but life hit me with the harsh reality of existence.

I tried to be sympathetic and kind. But all it did was ruin me.

I wished I had the capability to protect myself from all the suffering this world has brought me.

I remember the grandmother of a friend once told me, "Mas mainam na sinusubok kana habang bata kapa kasi paglaki mo magiging sobrang tatag ka." I badly wanted to disagree.

I detest those phrases. When a child is oblivious to the suffering and madness of the world, how can they defend themselves? A child should be raised with the appropriate level of love, discipline, and support.

My mental state was damaged, along with my wounds and emotional agony.

Every day, I wake up feeling compelled to live my life because I am still alive.

But one uneventful day, I met someone who showed me a different side of life.

It reminded me of the rainbow's individual colors.

- 𝒮𝓀𝓎𝑒𝒾𝓂𝓃𝒾𝒹𝒶.