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Thursday, September 5, 2013 || Thursday, September 05, 2013

Today, was Teacher's Day. For the first time of my life, I was actually excited for this day. 
Because I spent shit load of money on the presents and cards I had for my teachers. I wanted to see their happy faces, their smile when they get my present. 
They were thankful, happy. And that made me glad. But, when I got home..

My heart was shattered into pieces. 
Everything was sad. 
I felt as though things were unfair to me. That no one cared at all. 
I wanted someone's warmth, around me. I miss the feeling of being embraced, with such love and care.
I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to be noticed. I didn't want anyone to ask me to why I was sad, why I was crying. 

I didn't want anyone to mind this crying for at least 5 mins. But why it that so difficult? Why is it that everytime I had to cry, someone somewhere will ask me. 
Do you know it makes me feel much more worst if I told you? Do you know it makes me feel even more shitty than I already was? 

Sometimes, I want that warm embrace. But sometimes, I wish people just don't care about me for just 5 mins. Just five minutes. 
I want to cry everything out, and not worry anyone. Because sometimes... Crying everything out is the only thing you can do; because even though you try to solve the problem, the solution makes no sense. 
There's no way out any more. 
The only way to let it go, is to cry. 
Cry everything out, 

and everything will be okay.