i feel like shouting.
i feel like crying.
most importantly, i feel anger plus frustrations.
its 12.
i can't sleep cause there's so much in my mind.
it feels as tho its so little to others.
it seems like a small issue.
but overall, this is just who i am.
at times i just want to share,
but at times i just stop right there.
why?
simply because i see smiles all over.
i rather not break happiness although it will just last for that moment.
at times i try to seek refuge in places that i find comfort.
at times i try to find comfort in people.
but just of now, i can't find either.
only my blog to rant out to.
this is the only place to blab the things that people don't want to hear.
this is the place that i thought of the least to seek comfort.
i never thought writing could possibly bring me comfort.
but i guess this is an exception to that isn't it?
tomorrow, another day.
filled with things unexpected.
i hope it'll turn out well.
as hope, is the only thing i can do right now.
i realized that whenever i speak my mind out, people tend to say i'm an emo person or filled with temper or a princess or something that they can label me for that moment when i let my frustrations go.
but no one seem to remember that i was there for them when they had their frustrations.
i didn't label them.
so, why me?
at times, i don't understand why am i being laughed or teased at for the things that i'm most natural at.
i'm already fragile inside.
i don't need people to remind me of it.
goodnight.

