The misery is still there, and nothing I do can ease the pain. But, at least I am able to pretend that everything is alright in front of everyone else. At least I can laugh and joke with my family, and make them laugh like I always do. Sometimes, just sometimes, pretending to be something else is not so bad after all. At least nobody will think that something wrong. Nobody reads my blog anyway, so I am safe here. God help me, I don't think I can pull through on my strength/ stubornness alone this time. Gosh, why is it that I can solve everybody else's problems but my own? Why is it that I can make all the major problems look like nothing, but my own small problems trip me up like this... gosh...
Time: 0120
Date: 11/08/2010
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