I always wonder to whom do I vent, to whom do I share my stories and to whom do I cry? I've always been cheerful and bright around people, but the truth, haih. I guess it's true that the happiest person is the saddest one. I might be one of those. I wonder how someone can be so comfortable frowning their eyebrows or shed their tears around people?? When I did that, I felt so ashamed and thought that I'm such a burden. Myb that's why I acted so strong in front of everyone. I guess.

I've always loved midnight. It's so peaceful and while everyone's sleeping, I can finally unlocked the door to my tear duct. I can finally have some moment with myself and let everything out. Though in silence.