every time, without fail, i would react the same way. i’m never strong enough to stand up for myself. my reaction, is that of a weakling. tears. frustrations. but not a voice to stand up for what i want or think.
times like this, i wish life would end and i could leave all this behind me. alas, i’m but a weakling. so i continue to live on in this facade of a life.
life is never worry-free. is it?