Vent.
Scared.
Nephew,
I love you.
You make me remember of what I used to be.
How I used to see the world.
That everyone is good.
But, that scares me.
I hate to think that you'd turn out to be a self-destructive, human-hater like me.
I want you to always see the world brightly.
Don't change.
I love you.
You make me remember of what I used to be.
How I used to see the world.
That everyone is good.
But, that scares me.
I hate to think that you'd turn out to be a self-destructive, human-hater like me.
I want you to always see the world brightly.
Don't change.