I apologize to myself for trusting everyone, believing everyone, being kind to them, giving them my all, and thinking that their hearts were like mine, and that they would do good to me in return for my kindness. But no, it wasn't like that. The more I did good, the more I felt bad about it. And I realized that I shouldn't do good, at least not to someone I know how bad they are. Unfortunately, I can't be hard-hearted. In the end, I still show kindness. I care. Maybe it's my worst or maybe it's my best quality.

I prefer the absolute darkness that is mine to the light that shines on others.

A beautiful girl named ?

N𐔖 m𝖺tter h𐔖w 𝗀r𐔖wn I 𝗀et, there’s still 𝖺 little p𝖺rt of me th𝖺t b𐔖ws t𐔖 the m𝖺𝗀ic 𐔖f 𝖺 tiny p𐔖ny