It took quite a long time to get to this position, but people keep creating controversies. Aside from that, there's just so much forced hate. Ugh, don't they ever get tired of it? I get a lot of malicious comments, and thanks to that, my mental state has weakened. It's at the point where I'd crumble like a Jenga tower if someone just tapped me. Of course, I'm still in this state now.

I looked at the comments early this morning, and the reactions were exactly fifty-fifty. Half positive, half negative. But it turns out the saying is true: no matter how many positive comments there are, you only end up seeing the hate. Why is it that I only care about the malicious ones?

I tried to hold back the tears, but eventually, they started dripping down. I had no choice but to call you in a hurry. I wonder if I looked pathetic, talking while sniffing like this?

...Uh, it's me.. I'm sorry, but can you come over to my place...?