I actually don't know what to do now. I've been trying to make this book interesting but I'm failing. It's just too difficult to write this book in my current situation.

I've been suffering from depression for I don't know how long. And I don't know why I thought writing this kind of book is a great idea.

No one knows about me suffering. Even my parents. I feel like they wouldn't even care if I'm suffering or not. I really don't know how much longer I can live.

It's been hard for me to face this alone. And my parents always say: "Why are you always watching them? They're just bunch of Korean men. You're just wasting your life watching them." But what they don't know is that they're the only reason I lived this long. They actually helped me live. And they're saying that they're just a waste of my time? They don't know anything. I'm sorry to write this here. I just wanted to let it all out.

But just to inform you guys, I'm still continuing this book. But I don't think it will be great chapters. So I'm sorry in advance. That's it. Again sorry.