“Có những người, đến lúc cần đi, họ sẽ đi. Bạn không cần phải giữ. Có những chuyện, đến lúc phải xảy ra, nó sẽ xảy ra. Bạn không thể làm gì khác. Sự tổn thương đương nhiên là chẳng ai biết. Mà biết, thì bạn lại càng tổn thương thôi…”
“Jump. Don’t be afraid. After this, it will hurt no more.”, a voice keeps on telling this inside my head right now. Before, I was fine being all by myself, worrying nothing about other people. But then, I longed for a world where I can have someone, some people. I thought going outside, making friends was easy. But, I was judged, harmed by words that struck way through my heart. And it hurts more than being stabbed. Before, I hate when they talk behind my back. But I just realized, all of them were true. I am a disappointment. “Do it. Just think of it as a swing.” Everyone kept on saying that things will be fine, it will pass, that they will be there for me. But, where are they now? People who promised to be friends, family, love ones. Gone. “Jump, and it will hurt no more.” I’m listening. And what it offers? I like it. After this, maybe I could say that it hurts no more. I’ll be fine, I guess.