Do you ever feel depressed over the smallest things and then when people ask what's wrong you feel like you can't tell them because it's so insignificant?
Whenever I say I hate something people feel the need to respond with "Hate is a strong word" Yeah? Well so is love and people throw around that word like it's nothing..
I smile and laugh because if the people that cared about me knew my real pain, they would be worried and I cannot burden them with my weakness. I'm the strong one. I do the saving, I don't get saved, I'm not supposed to be...