I've been crying for three days until now. How my eyes can save that much of tears?
I've realized that, trying not to disappoint anyone, I'm losing myself. I don't know who am I, I don't know how to be happy, I don't know how can I become the happy myself.
I just find misery in everything I do. I think I can't do anything correct in these days.
I fear my parents, to the point I can't talk about my problems thinking I would have a negative response as I'm a charge. I'm for sure a charge to them. I don't want to make their live more sad with my things.
Sometimes something really good happens, and I kinda enjoy for a short time, but I have to hide it, because I'm so afraid it would be covered by something bigger and worse. It's always the bad things the ones that are huge. It's overwhelming.
