Life has been cruel to me recently. I am afraid of speaking to anybody because whatever I say just makes them hate me even more. I can't stand pain by those words stabbed to my little sensitive heart. By that, I let myself be blamed for something I cry over.
Why should I blame myself for being too sensitive? Why don't this mean life fix their attitude towards me? I am tired of pretending to be just fine while the fact is I am not at all. I am 24, and a 24-year-old-human is okay to cry because of being torn and depressed.
What's not okay is to hurt people and let them ripped and drowned in tears; letting them cry over words like this.
People need love. I do need, too.
Life, please stop bugging me.
Kaciaaan echaaa....cep..cep..cep...
BalasHapus