If you asked me whether I handled things well I'd say yes but if you asked me on a deeper level, I'd tell you how tired I am from carrying the heavy burdens life has thrown. I'd cry explaining the exhaustion of hiding my true feelings, masking my pain as if I weren't human. I'd confess how many nights I spent curled up, staying up all night hugging my pillow with a heavy heart. I may have handled it all well, but l'm still hurting. There are times when I wish I could just forget everything that happened in the past and move on. Not just forget, but make people forget and move on. But it seems impossible, and instead I have to suffer battles of my own making. But I grew up getting my feelings always invalidated and judge, I learned to be independent. I learned to suffer alone without having to rest on a shoulder. I learned how to wipes my own tears without helping of other. I grew up being listener; but never the listened one. The comforter never the comforted, the healer but never been healed. People aren't always going to be there for you just as they promised to, so learn to stand up alone. At the end of the day,

it's just you and yourself.