So tired. So many things accumulating again. Labels: Again.
The sudden realization hits you that your life is so messed up actually.
Suddenly realized how everything I do is just so lousy, that in order to feel good, I have to avoid them.
All the smiles, all the laughters come so naturally to me when I'm facing people. But they're just facade. It's a natural reaction to mask now.
And perhaps being like this, making other's life easier, people will be less aware that you have emotions too, and they just hurt you so insensitively, thinking that you wouldn't mind anyway.
I want to let out but my pride is holding me back. And then as time passes, all the stuffs in my heart accumulate again and everything repeats.
If unable to cry means that I'm not really sad, then maybe... I'm not really sad.
