Tell me.
The problem lies in me, isn’t it?
It is always me.
I thought it wasn’t me, but it’s me.
Again and again.

From nothing into something.
Even the slightest thing can affect me so much.
What actually made me into who I am today?

No, wait. I know what changes me, I know.
Just that I didn’t realise the impact was this big.
In the end, it is my problem.
I hate the fact that I’m always the problem maker.
I hate the fact that I’m always being so paranoid.
I hate the fact that I am me.

I can’t change the situation, all I can do is change my thinking.
Or change myself.