I talk a lot, but there is certain moment I hardly talk.
I laugh a lot, but my face seem tight most of the time.
I yell at people a lot, but my eyes doesn't seem to stop tearing.
Split personality?
I show half of me to people.
Half of me which not wounded.
Another part of me full of scars and wounds.
I am thinking, should I show them the wounded part of me, so they can stop hurting me? but do they really care even they know I am bleed?
As time passes, I do accept and let go of everything which hurt me.
but sometimes it keeps bothering me while I am alone in my silent space.
but it doesn't bad as it seems - because after each hurtful throwback I always recover my heart with those sweet memories I have :)
at least, I can still hold my back. at least I still have reasons to keep strong :)
I am struggle and trying my best to accept the things around me, just the way it is.