Love is complicated, sometimes it brings happiness but often it brings misery. In love, there must be disappointment. But Somang, whenever I'm with you, all the sadness that I've been feeling disappears instantly. You've never disappointed me, but I'm the one who keeps making you disappointed. A thousands apologies that I want to convey to you, Home when I have no place to go. Millions of thanks I also want to give to you, my comfortable home. I felt like I wanted to stay in that house forever and forget everything.‌‌

Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.