When I was so confused on what to do, where were you?
When I was so **** broken, where were you?
When I was so sad, where were you?
I guess I was so **** independent that you didn't see I needed someone for me who will say, you'll be okay, it will be fine, life is just built that way for you to learn and adapt. Well, good news, i learn it that way... So I was okay. I grow up good and well adapted...
Now that I've think about it, nobody has really gone deeper to my "I'm okay, I'm good.". No one bothers really, they take my silences as fine I guess...
big sigh...
I wish I could say this to my family, that I'm struggling despite my happy persona. But really I could not tell them, I don't want them to worry.