I would like to say sorry for those people who consider my poems as nothing but pieces of trash. Maybe most of them just don't usually read sad poetries, others might find my works boring, while some were too afraid to experience the contents of my masterpiece.
I would also like to apologize for all of my readers who were affected on my writings. I would like to apologize for the sadness I've given. I'm very sorry for letting them enter the dark pages of my book.
And to you, you deserve an apology too for being the lost soul of my written literature. Sorry for being the lonely words on my works. Also, expect that this would be the last.
And lastly, to myself. My own self deserves an apology too. For it's been a long time since I saw him happy. To be honest, I really like him. It's quite amazing that embracing his own sadness would lead to exquisite proses and poetries. And I find his ability unconditional, as for how he entertain everybody with the use of his own sorrow.
But all of you, don't worry. Because today, I would try my best to become happy. For this is also what I desire. So be it.