They never gave me a voice. They never gave me the right to express.

They never told me that I

can be a journalist. They never recognized my abilities. They never believed in me. They never brought
out the best in me. Because in reality, the don’t want to know who I am.

I’m just a simple student who wants to write in a newspaper. Living in a poorly made house from
woods and bamboos, I just want to be journalist. But….it never happened. It will never happen.

And now that you’re reading this, I’m probably gone. This is the only way I know to express my
feelings. I’ve lost hope and now I decided to end my journey here. If they only gave me the voice, if they
only gave me the right to express. This would probably not happen.

Don’t worry, I didn’t end my life. I just went to Canada to continue my Master’s Degree. Maybe
there, they can give me the voice that I’m searching for. Maybe there they can recognize my abilities.
Because here, I may be alive but I’m just like an invisible person, with no one appreciating all of my
efforts.