“Sometimes I wish I didn’t understand. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know why or I didn’t have an idea why people do things. For myself’s sake. Because sometimes I want to fight for my right, to not just forgive and let it go, sometimes I want people to scarily look at my angry face while I yell at them about how I also get hurt; but because I understand, because I someway feel what they feel, because I see their aching, — I forgot, I forgive, I one way or another forget about what I deserve.

And I realize, it is not right, or at least it is something I need to control.”