So I am strong… I thought I was strong…. I need to be strong. I got a job. I am doing kinda well in my studies. I have a boyfriend. It all just seems pointless.
Why do I have to pretend I am strong, why can’t I be the one who needs comforting, understanding and to be listened to? All this hard work, all this pretense and for what? To keep up an image? So when I leave this world what is my image going to do for me? Or all those times I played the strong one for everyone else, will they be there to […]