مهم نیست که دوست داشتنی نیستم . حتی اینم مهم نیست که چند روزه غم نفوذ کرده به خونَم؛
I need to talk, but I can't trust people at all and I'm crying from the inside, I'm afraid of everyone except myself and I avoid people, this is all because my aunt will be fine, while I wished that someone would really love me without pity. the reason hiding my life : )