Not enough.

It is so hard to coax our heart. To be patient and more patient. Despite of all what happened, I might be the best pretender; pretend to be alright, pretend to be strong. Those who didn’t witness my struggles can simply judge, I really don’t mind. They really thought that they are the one who have those rights, I think. Though it’s quite hurtful to bear, but its okay, because by hook or by crook, I have to face that, right? Though I’m crying every night, though I’m hurt inside, I can stand up and say that I’m alright. Because I’m that kind of person. Because I know He is always with me, never leave me alone.