I’m tired. Tired of life. Yet I hold down my pain to show how strong I am. I know better that even though I make mistakes, I can’t take advantage of what’s going to happen next because I realize that there are people out there who face a more severe consequence. I may not be the most beautiful, smart, and the outgoing kind of girl, but at least I show respect to the people around me. That I believe is enough to tell you who you think I am is not what you expect me to be.














