Whom this may concern

I'm sorry for being such a rebel, stubborn and ignorant. I'm sorry for things I've not yet explained. I'm sorry for everything that makes you disappointed.

I'm sorry.

If I tell you I'm now in doubt, if I tell you I have no plan, if I tell you I just do what I wanna do, if i tell you I lost my purpose, if I tell you things I feel, what will you tell me?

I'm sorry.

I'm not ready to hear any hurtful words, no more. I'm not ready to see those eyes of disappointment. I'm not ready for another sarcasm. I'm not ready to show my tears to you.

I'm sorry.

For now, I guess silent is gold, and running away is the best way.

'Glad' to still have self control