"Dopo una vita passata a soccombere a mio padre, mi pento di non avergli detto quanto mi ha fatto male, quando ancora potevo farlo. Lui stava morendo di cancro, e io non riuscivo a fare altro che pensare a quanto non riuscissi a stargli emotivamente vicino, perché offuscata dalla rabbia. Il senso di sacrificio a cui mi ha abituata fin da piccola mi ha fatto essere lì col corpo, e sentire in colpa dopo, come se non fossi stata una buona figlia. Da quando se ne è andato, tutto il dolore è rimasto a me. Che me ne faccio, però?"

"I never got the time to confess to my crush nor got to make friends because I was afraid my butterflies would also fly into his mouth."

".was loving you a sin?hey...i know i hurt you by that sudden break up..i know and im sorry.i saw you cry,i saw you loosing yourself..im sorry.but what could i have done?my family found out about us, they took control over my socials.and they made me break up.they were at school too....how was i supposed to tell you?how could i tell you i was forced?is loving someone from other religion a taboo?why....and worst of all i had to watch you fall apart because of me.im sorry .i hope you will find someone who will be with you.a girl who can be with you my dear! im sorry ...."