I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, mother. I'm sorry, michi. I'm sorry to all my friends and to everyone in here that has to put up with my bleeding heart.
I don't know what I'm sorry for exactly. Being myself, believing in love, in my dreams. I don't know anymore. Maybe I should've given up before. Maybe I should never have tried fighting so much for the love I never had, the dream my family was too poor to afford when I was a kid. I'm sorry for being Icarus, I'm sorry for being this sensitive, for loving this much, for expecting life to reward my efforts with happiness. Because I know, I was happy: but it never lasted, no matter what. And so...
Well, I'm sorry.