There was once a girl who only cared about herself, thought about her trumps, and cared about her problems. There was once a girl who felt that was surrounded by kind, loyal, and true friends, but they were false, because she was only cheerful for her joys and only cared about her worries. There was once a girl who when her friends were unburdened with her, ignored their problems, and only talked about her. All these mistakes that could have gone unnoticed, caused her to become gradually lonely, depressed, and forlorn. She claimed: “Why? Why to me?”, but she didn’t even think that she was the detonating of all of this, she didn’t notice on time. Then, she did that compulsively, she did it without thinking about the irreversible consequences. But that was, her end or her second born?
BETI