I wrote to you some six years ago, when I was a teenager, and thought my problems were probably too small to matter. You may not remember me, but I still do. I am 25 years old now and pursuing my master’s degree. I thought about you today while crying for the same reasons I was crying back then.

I also wrote to you in 2025, when I had just finished my undergrad studies. That was also the year I met my mother after 22 years and then watched her leave again. I was in love, had friends and was hopeful that one day I would feel more at ease. My father was still the same, but I had stopped expecting anything from him.

Today, I still feel lonely. I keep thinking that I am not fit for any relationship because I cannot deal with people and connections normally. What breaks me is having to pretend to be normal and happy in front of the person I thought........

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