What makes me fault, what makes me fail

Is that the thing that I am always called useless. Is that the thing that people around me always criticize me ? For that way I'm going down ?

No, it's all not the way it is. It is because of game, and the internet, the chat chit and the "peaceful" hideout ya gave to me. Again and again, I was stuck and that dirty thing attract me toward it. I has been ruined, ruined ...by it...And over and over again stolen my real person by it. That sometimes I damnly imagine it is my oh, so peace, so peaceful...

Now you cannot step into my soul again. For that I know that the real thing for me is love, not you. For that I know, I am who I am.