People say that I'm confident. People say that I'm always happy. People say that I have no worry. But they don't know how I am at night. Hiding behind the blanket, drowning myself into the scariest, darkest thought that had been consuming me for years. And cry myself to sleep.
Trembling in bed. Swallowed by the darkest thought of all. Not being loved by the people you love. Friends. I need them to survive. Very much. There are a lot of people that I consider as my friend and someone that I consider as my one and only best friend. But do they think of … Continue reading One Sided