I have a good life. I have parents, siblings, God, friends and love. But… I’m empty. I’m selfish. I try to pretend to be humble, but at the end of the day, I’m just trying to stand out. And I hate it. I’m inflicting pain on those who try to care for me. I give them troubles and tribulations. It’s not fair. I’m sorry; it’s all my fault. But everything will be ok now. Thank you for doing things that I never will deserve. Sorry for being weak, pathetic, anxious, self-absorbed, narcissistic, and pretentious. I love you endlessly. Sorry for being this way.