I declare myself as one strong human being, who’s not easy to feel down, or cry whenever somebody knocks me of my feet.

But what often happen is me coming into my limit. I broke down. I cried. I kept on wondering how stupid I was, how people could do that, especially when it came down to someone I trust. I hated myself whenever it happened.

I’m one of those whom easily put trust on people, family, friends, even someone that I just mer. I’m one of those whom cannot say any no. I’m one of those whom always have a will to help people whenever they’re in a good need.

But eventually, it all ate me up. It left me hanging desperately in need for something in return when no one could actually fill me in.

People said that none of those worth neither my wrath nor my tears. But sometimes, or should I say most of time, those things work. My anger, disappointment, and sadness seem to go away along those anger and sadness. They lead me to peace. They show me the way.

So, think again, why not?

Why should I hold every wrath of mine? Why should I hide any tear when those things are the only things that help me move on?

So, let me be mad, let me cry, since that the only way that bring me at ease… J