There was a time when I considered why I became the way I am now. I once believed that my actions, no matter when or where, even if seen differently by others, would always remain unchanged in the eyes of my family. But when I finally realized that everything was far from what I imagined, what I wanted most was never truly in my heart. I always thought that as long as I loved sincerely, I could accept everything, but it was not until I was hurt repeatedly by others that I realized. I understood that too much emotion can't just exchange for the same from others, and that too much emotion would only make the relationships grow worse and more untrustworthy.