I don’t know how many thoughts or letters I have thought about or wrote.
What I know is that the end is near.

People think that I am a drama, or taking things more serious than it should be.
Well, what I know is that the end is near. When the end is here, all their thoughts will be vanished.
The end is near.

I have been making wrong decisions way too much than often. Hurting people around me. All my friends get tired listen to my complaints.
But the end is near.

I am trapped into my body, in particular in my mind. I have built up the worst image of myself.
People thought that I am not serious, that I need to grow up, that I am spoiled, that I am lacking self-confidence, that I am pretending being sick, that I am selfish, that I am rude.
Well, the end is near.

I have loved, cared, for years and years. No one saw those efforts, because I have been always giving the worse version of me. I wish if they feel. Well, it doesn’t matter, because the end is near.

The end is near.
The end is near.
The end is here..