I believe I shouldn't be seeing him. Everytime after our goodbye I think to myslef that... after all, he's able to put himself together and move on. And I'm still a mess. I'm still broken into thousands pieces. Maybe I have this written all over my face "BROKEN". That's the truth. I'm fucking broken. I'm so scared to get involve into... anything that I... Oh, god. I hate people. I hate them. 

 Everyone I got close to... just left me. Everyone. Z, K, M. That's why I never ask for help. Because I had to learn how to live on my own. How to get by on my own. No matter what, you can always count on you. Only.