Consider this as the step where I finally failed on surviving a teenage life. This is where I felt like no one's ever wanted, no one's ever understood, too many faults, being wrong at taking paths, under-pressure, and so on.
So..here I am now. Standing in a crossroad. Don't know where to go, don't know what to do. I hate of being myself. I only could fake a smile and pretend like I enjoyed every scene of my life. The fact is..I'm just extremely bored and tired with those who came in and out easily from my life. With those who stabbed me from my back. With those who can't honestly tell me when I'm wrong, instead of blame me behind my back. With those who fake a smile for me. And with those who pretend like they're listening to me when they're not. For them, it makes no sense. But for me, it actually does. And it still hurts.
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