And yes, youre not the president for me to say it like that, but as a member of society i must show an huge amount of respect for other human beings, because for you to get here, i know you fought battles you thought were impossible to be fought, you've gone through your demons, or still are getting through them. Whatever is you story, its a tale of resilience, of endurence. Life is always Oscillating, sometimes we're down, other times, up, and the trick is knowing that everything passes, the good, the bad moments, they all pass, thats why you need friends, family, a safe place to share your struggles otherwise your insides will be hell.

I say its an honor to be with you because somehow, in this world, you are alive, even with the hardest challenges that were thrown to you, you are still here, breathing with me the same oxygen. And yes, life is Mundane, Banal, its common, average, but what's the problem with it? In the "average" theres luxury, of peace, and when i say peace i mean you dont have to steal to continue living. You dont have to be constantly afraid of going outside cause there might be a bullet put on your head because of some thief/moneylender thats hunting you. You see how lucky it is to be who you are? How lucky you are to be right here, right now, when you couldve died at birth, or be born with some syndrome/deficiency/illness that would make your life torture, or be aborted, when that and many other things could have gone wrong, you were born the way you are, and i think that achievement, both for you and your parents, is enough to make you worthy of receiving the love you dont see you receive. Because i can assure you, people love, oh, they do it with their soul, but its not something like a math formula that wont change, love isnt Homogeneous, its not the same, depending on the person, and for that reason it also cant be defined. Because love just happens. We show it with out care, with our words, with our tears, with our angriness, with our happiness, with our smiles, with our confusion, and its so complex that love truly, cant be comprehended. Its just this overwhelming affection, care we have for another person, and, just because people dont immediatly see your pain through your eyes, doesnt mean they dont care, that they dont love. Some people do, you just need to see who wants your best and who doesnt. Who really cares to you. But despite this division, one thing is certain, no one is an medium, no one can simply read minds to tell you they understand your pain, because really, you cant force someone to understand this overwhelming abyss that hurts you, thing is you need to let your thoughts out, tell to someone you trust wont judge, someone close, not anyone on the internet, seek a therapist, a psycologist, the suicide hotline, anyone that you feel comfortable enough sharing with, and if you feel uncomfortable sharing with a therapist, a psycologist, then tell them uncomfortable, the way you are, because you'll need to step out of this bubble youre stuck on, tell me, has anything changed since you been following the same steps of your routine? Of not interacting with anyone, being stuck in your room? Trust me, the only person who can really save you from this hell is yourself, and the road to victory is messy, not straight, but its worth it, specially when you look back at it when youve gone through it.