I thought that I could live a plain and ordinary life until old age, and then pass away in my sleep; I thought that, like them, I could be a daughter who would make my parents proud. But I'm not!
I don't believe in fate, I think I can achieve it if I work hard. In fact, everything is destined, and it's useless if you don't force it.
I am sick, very sick. The physical illness will pass if you endure it, but what is needed to cure the mental illness?
I don't understand why they plot and frame each other just for the so-called love. Is it worth it? I have never understood what love feels like, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, just because I am cowardly and timid, afraid of the great joy and sorrow of gaining and losing.
"Love is so painful, so what if you understand it? I would rather never understand such pain."