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I can't help myself. This is so pathetic. The way i love people then i help them, i live with people. But the way i love myself is different than the way i love people, am i human itself? Does loving me is the same as you love human? Does watching me gone is the same feeling you saw your cat got hit by a truck?

I saw people as they were the main character in my scene but i always think on what happened if the main character lose its background? How does it feel on loosing a cat you loved?

I'm struggling with tying a tie, if someone that loves me too can help me tying a tie that'd be lovely. But right now i find myself tying a different tie and their act is helping me tying it. My mom always scolded me when I'm jumping on the bed, does jumping right now will make her mad too?

But I'll help myself soon. I'll be alright soon and sooner.