i've learned that at some point, even if you are really trying to be strong, wrong situations are stronger. at first, you will be like this confident girl who promise to not cry over imperfections and situations. then, you somehow manage it in a little amount of time. you were happy, and feels a little content in small things that you'd accomplish. but somehow, during the course of some things, hurt can find you.. with your back vulnerable and unguarded. at that point, you might manage to control such things but then, you'll realize that it's not enough to certain your happiness to the extent that you'll full and have to cry. you've been strong for so long that you reached your capacity and all you wanted to do is weep and burst out even if, in the first place.. you are tired of it.
and so... this is my story. This is my fairy tale story, simple adventures and treasured moments.
