Everyday life's a trauma in a different way. It is so hard to pretend that i am strong while deep inside i was bend and broke. I just need to refresh and start all over again reality slaps me again that don't expect something in return if you are helping someone or somebody. Fck, now i believe that what goes around comes around same situation as always. Maybe its time to build my walls again for those ppl that's taking advantage of what i give even when i have nothing left for myself. I miss my human diary. My someone i can cry on to. My rest. Im so exhausted. I miss my old self when im with someone.