It hurts when no one wants to believe that you can do something, alone.
Well maybe, that's what they see in me.
Its just that I avoid to be alone. Not that I can't, I just want to feel that someone is going to be with me. I laughed, joke around. But that doesn't mean I am happy. Because deep down I am broken and dying. And no one is there to notice. I'm tired staying alive.
