Notes

A ( short ) confession written by a damsel in distress.

Perhaps you know, perhaps you don't. Perhaps each and every one of you noticed that I, as the damsel, was never one to begin with.
Listed down are self proclaimed parents that was never there even when times ain't that rough, a nonexistent lover, and unloyal beings. Said to be a walking catastrophe, I am known to have provided none, but hush―quiesces.
Despite the fact that shows just how high the percentage of individuals gaining more happiness just by knowing the digits of the flowing cash which went into their bank accounts, one sure have yet tell hitherto, that the number of liars in this ludicrous, tedious, and clearly cynical world is way higher than one mentioned earlier.
Further doubts shall be declined upon the certainty that I have clearly provided one a sentient manifestation of the previously mentioned /fact/. Though it's a truth to be told that being treated that way has always been one's choice to make. People have yet realized it, haven't they?

Having oneself watching my past, should've made them opine that they have seen a nightmare with their eyes wide open.
A said-to-be my mother left me when I'm twelve, a self proclaimed father remarried another woman without any further notice of mine after few months of the two's separation, a lover betrayed my trust that I have willingly gave to him, a known-as-my best friend slash partner in crime found kissing my /man/ a day after. All done within a year. What else could go wrong?
Watching my weak heart acted as my mirror which reflects most of the emotions I ever had, shattered into pieces and hurted me on the first place for trying to pick the pieces up.

Probably the last thing a person ever wanted to experience. And me.