Stress quadrating. People high expectations and hope. Burdening feelings. All problems are being transferred onto your own two hunched down shoulders. 

Insecure of everything. Cracking away like a glass. Now I knew why they said not to suppress the stress alone. It hurts so damn much. You wanna talk about it. To someone that is real. You wanna talk about it and got some sort of physical comfort. But sadly, no.

It is obvious in this world that there are no good people left. Sorry if this sounds harsh, but FOR ME, communicating online is easy. People don't even know how you look, act or do. They comfort you easily out of empathy. Common sense they say. 

And for an attention seeker like me, sometimes those pretendious words are enough. Just pretend like you care. Trust me, people hearts would ticked over if someone shows some care, even if it's just an act. 

Because sometimes, we need to be confronted that there are still good people left in his world. We are tired with all the bulls to endure everyday. It hurts to be back-stabbed over and over again. New wound were added everyday. Too many stiches and scars too count. And too many pins of blood to be transferred into the veins. 

A broken figure that is beyond repair.