“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

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Franz Kafka you may hate me, not willing to forgive me in this life and all the others after that and never talk to me again, but i still think what i think and will only have the same answer. i never lied, i was confused and did not have an answer. i don't think that's wrong, to be confused, to not know what to say, to have no explanation for having done something wrong. and i still think what i think, we all deserve to be happy, even if it's not with each other.