"I blamed myself so much for this, nobody was there for me, not even my close ones, I was the only one that was just near being there for me. I just waited and waited for someone, or something, or anything that just would care about, that would have the empathy to feel the same pain as me... Nobody arrived, not even me... I wasn't me... I looked at myself crying on the ground... I felt like I could help myself, I just wanted to protect me and hug me and love me... I did that over time... but even then and even when time passed by, it's only me... Nobody has arrived for me... Nobody except for me... Maybe people don't like who I am because of what it used to be and is now my identity and sometimes I feel like I just need to let go of me and hate me for who I am... But I love who I am... It's just that I don't want to leave this identity just for other people's sake... I want to be me more than ever... I don't want to leave this identity anymore... I want to be me..."