my broken smile.

I'm fine now. Not too good, but fine.

I guess I just got bored with being emo. Bored.

The hell with that. The hell with all the uncertainties and sense of belonging and loneliness and all those superficial touchy-feely stuffs.

Other people around me are going through their personal hells all alone. I'm just one of them. I'm just a statistic. And I don't bother to be sth else. I cannot be any different anw.

I don't necessarily have to be sad.

Biting the bullet has become a habit. Again, I had to be the one that told myself "Everything is gonna be fine". Maybe it's not going to be great, nor fantastic, nor wonderful, but fine enough. You can say it's self deceiving, I call it self sufficient. Just wonder whether it would lead to "internal injuries"?
Just wonder why can't I allow myself to be weak?
Maybe I'm not brave enough.

"You need to be strong to stand alone. But sometimes you need to be brave to lean on others"

Or maybe I don't want anyone to have to carry the weight of my own emotions.

My smile is broken. It's not perfect. But nothing is perfect, isnt it?

Suddenly want to go somewhere, just to get away for a moment...

Super tired today.

Have a good day, everyone.