I know I have no right to complain or bitch about life. Some people have it worse than me. Far worse.
I have petty problems compared to theirs but still. A girl can only take so much.
I’m tired of acting strong. I’m tired of plastering a smile on my face for everyone to think that I’m fine.
I’m tired of people not seeing the real me.
What if I’m not happy tomorrow? Will it disturb the balance of things?
People will probably wonder and I’ll feel guilty about making them wonder and worrying them.
Oh well. The weekend ends in 5 hours and I’ll be back to being the ‘jolly’ person that I am.