'I don't hate the job.
I'm just not capable of handling the pressure very well.
Pardon me for being emotional.
I don't let go of things easily.
I hate that part of me.
I state all the feelings to people I care about when I feel like saying it.
Turns out telling the truth is not the right way in some situation.
I am sorry for hurting you guys with my over thinking.
I just want things to be good.
And for moments spent to be special, not awkward.
I am such a weirdo.
Yeah I think too much again.
Maybe I changed. Maybe I'm too depressed it shows.
Or maybe I don't progress, hence I was left behind.
Should I die anytime soon, please remember me as someone who laugh out loud almost all the time. The cheerful one. The caring one. The one who eats a lot. The one you guys used to give a special place in your heart and mind.