Well, am still trying to act and think ok.
Lately, with all these happenings in my life, I couldn't help not to be a crybaby. I cry for simple things. Or for the slightest feeling.
Everytime I think about it, I get so depress. You don't what kind of facade I need to put on everyday so nobody will know about it. But deep inside, it's like hell.
I was not raised properly by my parents to behave like this. But I can't help it.
I feel so guilty. Too guilty I don't know what to do.
First time is a mistake. Second time is a misunderstanding. Third time is no longer a mistake but a choice.