I hold my plush toy close to my heart as I curl up in bed hoping that this will help me get to sleep. Although the pain felt a little lesser, my heart still hurts.
Next comes music therapy. The first round didn't help. Neither did the second. It was until the third when my eyes could not hold on any longer that I fell asleep unknowingly.This is the second time I felt so empty, on the inside.
Everyone thinks that I am perfect but no one knows that I am not or did they choose not to see it. Others want my life which I don't know why. I have my hard times too, yet they only see the glorious side. I don't hide on purpose. I just don't share that easily. There are problems I couldn't solve.
Parents are the best in the world. They accept for whoever you are although they do push you to becoming who they want you to be. No matter what, they will always be the one supporting you in whatever ways they can. I love my parents wholeheartedly. No one can replace you guys from my world. My life would be tough if they are not with me and I just know it. All I think about right now is how to make them happy and enjoy their lives.