The tough days I went through by myself, the darkness nights I cried without anyone knowing, the unexplainable thoughts I unable to solve, the overthinking idiot and the mentally tiring soul, I don’t freaking know how long I can deal with it anymore. I wish I could give myself the loves and comfort the way I always have for others. I wish I could put myself as my first priority AT LEAST FOR ONCE, but the freaking soft me can never do that. I wish I could speak my mind and express how I feel inside but the thought of people will leave me is frightening me. Sometimes all I need is comfort, but how can I expect people to comfort me when I can’t even do it to myself? I wish I could control the emotion I have against myself, but nahhh the stupid me don’t know how to do that. Maybe I’m the problematic one…