Sometimes u wish that everyone could read ur mind,see ur suffers, so they can whisper something that could recalm u. But that wont happen, those things will always remain undone.
I hate myself, i hate being me. Im a troublesome girl w thousands of complications, nobody knows it. Cause when im sad, i'll put myself away from everyone else, and hide my pain behind the fake smile iv hardly created. Owh Allah.. Make me strong....
