"Who do you think you are" she said. No one, actually. I'm nothing, but is that my fault for wishing to become something? something precious? Is that my fault for wanting to bloom like others? I am fully aware that I will never be able to be like them, but is it my fault to have a hope? Would you also break my hopes like you did to my dreams. I'm nothing, well... but I truly wanted to be known as something. I'm sorry, If I'm not enough...