For a while I didn’t want to be strong. I wanted to crash without looking around being afraid of someone hearing me crack. I wanted to cry freely without caring if someone caught my tears falling. I wanted all the masks to fall without being terrified that someone would see the real me. I just didn’t want to be strong. I didn’t want to pretend, but I couldn’t. I realized that it was hard being strong, but it was harder not to be.
– Unknown
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