it's not my will to be here, to born and to live under the same roof with them. it's never been my will to feel the love of what you call, family—?
i never have wished to be breathing in the same air and be here today.
i just usually smile around the others and no one would even try to understand and care to understand when you're plastically fine. it hurts so much when a small mistake you make is the blame you will face everyday and you don't know how to make it stop.
you're plastically happy, no one would even want to look deeper into your eyes.
—because you're just alright and there's nothing big to handle.
i am so sad and stressed and no one wants to see my ugly face when i cry. you just, you just won't understand how much i have to go through to survive until today.
it hurts me and it pains me to death.
