Like most of my normal days, befriending everyone is just as hard as a jawbreaker.
I'm just a little tired of being too kind and to be pleased by everyone just for the sake of getting the job done isn't what I wanted to deal with everyday.
Cried for a hundred of tears just because I can no longer hide the pain. Don't get me wrong - It's not that I'm already complaining, but I do hope you know my limitations. I can be as happy as I can be. As you want me to be. Then, I have my own level of satisfaction.
I am this grateful, to the extent that I'm still here, even though I can no longer understand why.
