that kind of feeling,
when you have put so much effort to paint that faking smile on your face
and you have pushed your eyes to not bursting that warm tears,
that moment,
when somebody leaned next to you and uttered that simple, yet straight forward question,
"what are you doing my dear?"
. . . .
the tears came out from no where and it won't stop even though you laughed so hard to hide that so-much-disturbing-feeling.
GOSH.
i wonder how did i turned out this way?
being too sensitive?
LOL.
p/s: this is just another failed story with no specific starting point but well, it just end up this way, without any signs. so i hereby raise a white flag for this thingy . so... chin up & walk away, shall we?
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