Everything you asked me to do was in your interest, never mine. Sometimes I feel like I'm old enough to fight for myself but at times like this, I think the world is still too cruel for me to understand. That essentially, I am still not independent. But I am old enough, and I have to start depending on myself. I told you many times that I wasn't happy, and I meant it. I kept forcing myself to try to be happy but I can't lie to myself all the time. And this time, I've got to do the thing I should have done a long time ago. Even if it's too late, even if it's going to be hard.