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Everything seems wrong to me right now. I can't. I can't handle them alone. I can't always be okay, because I will never. I can't stop wishing if there will be somebody who will see the broken pieces through my eyes, but I have been wishing all the time, and I'm tired. And you were the only hope, you are, but you don't. I wish I could tell you everything, but I don't want you to feel bad. I wish I was a sassy girl who can easily says what her feel-but not in a rough way like every sassy girls-so she doesn't have to feel these shits. So everybody will care with her pain. But I can't. I just can cover every feeling neatly so nobody will realize. I don't want to share my pain, because I want it to be felt by myself. I just want to be cared, and that's enough. I just want to hear a "I know you're not" statement when I say "I'm fine". I can't face the difference. I'm never be ready with changes. I know it sucks. It hurts. All of my "okay" isn't always real, if you let me to tell.