Dear Taehyung,
No, just because you sat near the dustbin pre-debut, it doesn't mean you are trash. You have no idea how much Singularity and Stigma helped me recover after I knew that I wasn't the only one suffering. Your voice has provided shelter when I was held hostage by hatred, and your smile has given me an enormous amount of love when I was held by ignorance.
What is the reason for my existence? I still don't know. Many say I'm amazing, and others say I'm an attention-seeker, but no one, not even one out of the billions say, I am myself, for I am not, and I'm pretending to be someone whom others would like. At such moments, I realize I'm a fine actor, and by acting, I realized that I lost myself, the true me, who I used to be.
There's nothing that can be done, and instead of changing myself every day and every moment, the best I can do is to vanish into the thin air. Remember I'll always love you, even if I'm on earth, or somewhere else.
Yours lovingly,
Ah-Ra