I have this proclivity where I keep things to myself because I feel the more I divulge, the more vulnerable I become and being weak is the last impression I ever wanna portray to anyone. So I just bottle up these emotions and one day it'll disfigure me so badly that I can't even recognise myself. But at the same time, I have no one to talk to. I really don't. Or maybe I just choose not to tell anyone. I don't know. Ever since I turned 12, everything in my life took a 360 degree change and everyone around me kept telling me to "grow up, grow up and grow up". No one actually bothered to ask me if i was okay, how i was feeling or even cared if I was hurt from the incisions my father left. All I was told to do was, grow up. Forced to grow up at the age of 12, my life was unlike any other tweens, I cried most of my nights to sleep waking up with really puffed up eyes. At one point, i reached a phase where I got suicidal  because i didnt see any point in living anymore in this mangled life im living in. Everyone labelled me as a delinquent because im always out late just cause i didnt liked being at home. Up till now i still dont. Sometimes, I just wanna lead a normal life. Me being tired is an understatement... I just want to feel loved...