I looked up.
It was the family that didn't care about me. They only cared about me being something they could show off to their friends.
They didn't care about my happiness.
I held my emotions in.
I looked around.
It was the house where I had never been truly happy in.
It never held true happiness.
I held my emotions in.
I walked to the car, stepping inside.
My family cared more about this damn car than me.
I didn't hate this car, I hated the family.
I held my emotions in.
I went to bed, covering myself in the blankets.
This bed had a lot of memories.
I cried.
I cried about being made fun of again. I cried about my friends not caring about me. About the family I never felt a part of. The dreams I had given up.
Everything.
"The emotions we keep bottled up become the strongest. They make you feel empty, hollow. They take away all your other emotions. All those smiles, laughs. Fake. The times you say you're fine. Lies. The wall you hide behind is one sided glass. You can see through to the world, but the world can't see to you. Yet the wall breaks so easily. And you still build it back up."
