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15 July, 20XX

Dear Yoongi,

Sometimes when I think, I realize the fact that we're meant to live our entire lives while being who we are.

Isn't that terrifying: being who you are for the rest of your life?

I hate myself. I can't believe that I turned out to be this way. I mean, I used to have aspirations for my future, the life I'm about to have, the promises I made to myself, the expectations I had placed for my goals to be fulfilled - it's all down the drain now.

How can I be such a failure? How can my mother's daughter turn out to be a disgrace to the family? A disgrace to to herself; just a statue of shame?

I can't stop loathing myself. Trust me, you're the only string I'm hanging onto. Please don't ever go, I beg you.

Yours lovingly,
Tara

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