I love my life.
I have the right to post whatever I want. I do or do I? I'm afraid. I do things wrongly all the time. Anything I say or do, it just doesn't come out right. I'm really sorry for being such a bastard all the time. Hurting, crying, revolving. So many things. I know my English sucks. I may be typing in broken sentences, but that is exactly what I am thinking in my head. I'm broken. I'm getting tired of myself being such a fucker. I know I have my flaws. Everyone has flaws. But lastly, I've said sorry many times before, and I hope you've forgive me once more.
Yours Truly,
Ben