I’m writing this because I don’t know what is going to happen after my attempt, but I want to tell someone the truth about everything. I destroyed my family, the family who gave me everything, who loved me more than anything. They loved me more than themselves but in return they never received the love they gave me. I don’t know why I took them for granted, I don’t know why I didn’t have as much regard as I should have for their love and devotion. I failed miserably in my life, I didn’t achieve my dreams, I never put much efforts to reach my potential. Maybe it was because in the beginning of my studies everything came so easy to me that the idea of needing to put effort was so alien to me that I would just give up
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