I'm having an identity crisis. I don't know who I am anymore. I can't stand to look at these pictures of myself anymore. I can't look in the mirror anymore. I'm sorry for those who got to know the old Ngan. And I'm sorry for those who never got the chance to meet her. She was the strongest individual I ever knew. She could take the world if she wanted to. She was everything that I ever wanted to be. And now she's gone. And I'm not sure who I am.
'Cause in the end, I was the only one to get b u r n e d.