its frickin 2am and im thinking about this, i hate it when i haveto hold my tears, cuz i would sound very different. i just dont know why, its like there is 2 version of me in my mind, like dont really give a fuck about the thing but the other version would be sad and would just start to cry, and this other version will try to fight not to. i dont know if any of you guys understand me. i thought i became strong already, i thought iam ready to face the world, but i think, its just what i think. it never happened. fuck i almost cried. fuck this.