Living my life is a cycle of never ending frustrations. And it sucks even more that I don’t have ANYBODY to confide into. I always have to plaster that fake smile on my face because the people around me has the tendency to make fun of me when I voice out what I really feel. They all have this impression of me living a perfect life and that I don’t have anything to fret about. They refuse to listen. They refuse to understand. They refuse to hear me out. Thinking about it, this might be the reason why I am getting good at shutting myself in that shell and delay reality as much as possible. I am scared. I am scared to face that harsh reality alone, I wish that somehow, someday, I’ll be able to meet that person who will hold my hand real tight, look me in the eye, and tell me, “We’re on this together. No matter what, I’ll never let go.”

/end emo moment.