Am I strong enough? Because I'm feeling so small inside, this hole on chest that don't heal. I'm doing my best, but don't look enough to contagious the ambient around me.
Finally face the fear of my problems, I feel lighter but don't make the things more simple, probably is the opposite. I just want to fix things and make people happy. I fuckep up, but I'm trying my best to keep my smile and still have the strenght to be there. To study, to enjoy the litlle moments, to dream, just keep going...
This moments of weakness make me doubt of myself. I'm still alive, but also with afraid. But who isn't?
I will be okay! I hope!