As I'm typing this, I've got few things running through my brain.
Why certain things just don't stay on my brain?
Why must it get harder, not the other way round?
What if i turn out as a disappointment, though I promised not too?
I'm not the only one with problems. And hence I shall not whine nor inflict in self pity.
But sometimes I'm tired too. I start to feel the burden placed upon me. Invisible yet it hurts.
I want to talk to you. Maybe coz you're the only one who knows what's going it. It's going worse, not getting any better. I miss you.