Like I said I'm a mess. And well, you caused all this mess that is me. So don't come to my house expecting to see a wonderwoman who does good at anything. I am a mess. Broken. Scared. Angry. You name all this emotions, I have. I guess you cannot love me while I'm broken like this. I know, because I reached a point where I realized I cannot love you either when you're broken like that. I tried, haven't I? For two years I tried, but I did really bad at it. So wala na chansa. So I give up. So I decide there's nothing left to give. Whatever left I have, it's all spoiled, rotten, nothing's left of me.