After that I became hated by myself. There was no love left for life. I was standing in between two such ways where neither I was able to live properly nor could die by wishing.
It is not that I didn't have a reason to live, but the burden of that mistake which I made, crushed all my dreams and aspirations under its feet. I didn't have the courage to see my life again in a new way. I kept fighting with myself and hate and anger grew in my heart.”
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““Incomplete Person”… I was something like this too. Everything was in front of my eyes but I couldn't recognize anything. All the time, everywhere, just kept searching for answers to those questions in which there weren't only my rights. I didn't know at all that our life is not just for our living because that life
