I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

If you follow the classical pattern, you are understanding the routine, the tradition, the shadow -- you are not understanding yourself.

I am starting to accept
that you never loved me.
And it's sad
because I don't think you see
how beautiful you are to me.
Your face was the light
that chased away the shadows,
every nightmare, every fear.
But you burned out and now
I'm learning to be afraid
of the dark once again.

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

A person who understands oneself truly knows really the hidden intention of others as well.

The fact is no one has understood me in entirety till now!