I just need someone to truly, genuinely, and deeply understand me—to really see what I'm going through. People might call me capricious or say I'm acting like a spoiled princess, but in my reality, in the world I'm living in, and in my mind, I feel so underestimated, so alone—truly alone. There are people around me, but they're not really present. There are people I've shared connections with, like my sister and others, but those connections were never deep or strong; they've always felt weak.

I moved to a foreign country, and now I'm trying to learn their language. Sometimes, I feel stuck when I'm trying to understand people. And when I respond or answer and make tiny mispronunciations, they laugh or make me feel uncomfortable because they think it's funny. But it's not funny. It's just ignorance and a lack of understanding.

Then there are people who come from the same background as me, but they went through this process earlier, and now it's easier for them. Yet they act like the very people whose language I'm trying to learn. Why would you make fun of me? You've been through this yourself, so you should know how hard it is. If only you knew how smart I am—how smart I could be in English—you'd never underestimate me.

I'm living a life I don't want, but that doesn't mean I'd ever give up. I've endured far worse things than this. Do you think I'd throw everything away over something petty? No.

You think you know me. You think you've figured me out. You think you understand my worth, my struggles, and who I am. But you don't. You only see the parts of me I allow you to see, and even that's not the real me. You don't perceive the depths of who I truly am—and you probably never will.