For the last couple of months, life has been very difficult and emotionally painful for me. My heart was ripped apart and I felt that I can no longer cope with the pain. Tears roll down every now and then but I could not free myself from the pain. The stronger side of me is nowhere to be seen, so I put on a mask to hide my negative feelings. I wish to feel some love, care and dependency, but emptiness is all I end up with. I gave up on this tiring journey trying to figure out what went wrong, and this might be the best way to mend my broken soul.
As I detach myself from the heartache, I learnt that I would rather have fewer genuine friends than a group of pretentious strangers. I would rather spend time alone than pretending to be happy around people. I wonder if all of these are a part of growing up.
As I detach myself from the heartache, I learnt that I would rather have fewer genuine friends than a group of pretentious strangers. I would rather spend time alone than pretending to be happy around people. I wonder if all of these are a part of growing up.


























