I know that you are suffering from everything.
But everything is bothering me, too.
Everything regarding you.
I don't want you to be suffered. I want you to be in safe becase you have been suffered for a long time, from the beginning of your life, by your family, by your work, by your co-workers, and by your own body.
It's too sad. Why such pains are comming to you.
But, I don't know.
Because you have been suffered too much, you have adjusted yourself to the surroundings, and your views/behaviours/understangings are very much bended as very weired one.
Whenever I talk with you, I always find something wired in you.
You cannnot think as it is.
Your way of thinking is always strange, bended, and wrong.
I know you are suffering, but at the same time, you make me suffer.