Have you guys ever felt that you hurt people you don't want to hurt? I am going to tell you a long confession of my life story.

When I was a young kid, and the world seemed so easy to understand, the worries about it were little. It seemed so easy to be happy and I never knew how much I would miss it, for I was too young and to naive to realize.

Then when I grew up, I realized that life is not as great as we think. People get hurt and sometimes we can do nothing. I grew up and thought of that time when I was just starting to live, when everything seemed perfect.

But later, my fantasy world became nothing but the fantasy it was. I realized that not everyone has a heart kind enough like to see the world as I did, and I saw how people walked into so many troubles, that my life was tainted with a grey color.

When I was in my last year of grade school, many things happened. I was forced by the people I called friends to become much more mature than I was supposed to be. I had to become cold and distant to not be hurt, because I refused to break down like many people I saw did.

Right now I am still studying, and I want to speak out my mind for all those times I didn't do it because I was afraid. School isn't something we should treat as if it was terrible. Yeah, I hate test and examinations and projects. But sometimes it is a escape from the world. This trimester I got my first 50. It was the worst thing I ever went through. But later I noticed that it hurt more the fact that I had to tell my mother about it, than the real 50. Rhe problem never was school. It was my home.

Today I learned that families are not the most perfect thing, but we should have at least one person we can trust. If we fixed this problem when it started, then no one would feel like we do. My sister went through many things and I never realized how much she was hurting. She still is. She was abused by her classmates and our cousin, but she never told my mom. You know what is worst than finding out that your sister was so damaged by that, that she even cut herself?

Knowing that it is your fault. When my sister went through those problems, my mother was pregnant of me. When I was born, my sister felt that I was preferred by mother, and she never trusted her enough like to tell her.

And I felt guilty, even when I knew that it wasn't my fault. Today is a day for healing. I will no longer be afraid of speaking up and telling my family if something is wrong. So, today I want to tell everyone who is reading this thing: Don't ever let this happen to you.

Love and cherish the family you have, even if it's broken. We have no powers to know when they'll be gone.

And please remember that when the darkest hour of our life comes, there will always be a person to support you.

I love you all, friends. Hug your family like it was the last time you would see them, please.

--Reekyung.