Broken
Sunday, October 25, 2015
I don't know anymore.
I try so hard, I push myself for things I love to do, and yet I feel I can never outrun it all. I can't get over how shitty my childhood was, I hate how there never seems to be peace at home, I hate how vulnerable I am no matter what people see me as: that strong cheerful girl.
So many times I wished people see how broken up I am, how much support I need emotionally. And yet, I chose to keep all of it inside me, to smile and laugh, because I always thought everyone have their own issues and problems and I never wanted to be a burden. Every single time I thought life is getting better, shit happens. And I hate it.
So sick of life.
Broken
Sunday, October 25, 2015
I don't know anymore.
I try so hard, I push myself for things I love to do, and yet I feel I can never outrun it all. I can't get over how shitty my childhood was, I hate how there never seems to be peace at home, I hate how vulnerable I am no matter what people see me as: that strong cheerful girl.
So many times I wished people see how broken up I am, how much support I need emotionally. And yet, I chose to keep all of it inside me, to smile and laugh, because I always thought everyone have their own issues and problems and I never wanted to be a burden. Every single time I thought life is getting better, shit happens. And I hate it.
So sick of life.

credits
This layout was designed by
Tashiie. Theme is based on
cyworld while the polka-dotted image is from
lovelycore. You won't be able to find this image at cyworld 'cos I edited it. The image editing software used was
Adobe Photoshop CS4.
And also,
thank you to:
photobucket ;;
blogskins ;;
blogspot