I don't know what to do with myself anymore. The harder I try to fight being myself, the more it becomes painfully difficult. He's right. Maybe I should seek refuge under my parents' wings and stop working for myself. Bata nga ako. Immature. All of that, I learned from him. At first, I felt angry at the observation. But after a while, I felt enlightened. Yes, I should leave. Nobody wants me here, anyway. Not even him. Nobody understands. I am alone. As I always was.