"What are you made of? No, you're not made of stone, metal, or anything fucking hard. You're just a human, you have feelings. It's okay to feel hurt, feel lost, feel confused, feel sad, it's okay to cry, to show weakness. Tell me why do you deprive yourself of that? Why do you let yourself go through all these? You like getting hurt? But even if all these are true, let your guard down, let those who want to care, care for you. For this you cannot go through alone."