My childhood really affected my teenage life. I was so full of problems and really struggling with life then. Even though I had friends, I never told anyone anything. I was so used to hiding and keeping the pain to myself, when one of my beloved grandfather pass away I could now cry. You people think it’s good. But have you ever tried feeling the same pain when u did crying, but I could not cry at all. Crying is a way of relieving the pain. I can’t cry and the pain stays, its buried deep inside me.
I had a huge depression over the time at my secondary school days. I keep gaining and loosing weight like crazy. The gastric pains I had feel like giving birth. I never did really smile, yes I did smile but I was not happy. I smile because I was needed to during those days. Life was crazy.
This is suppose to be the brighter part.