All these sleepless nights have left me thinking more than I should be. 

I remember the things I wish I kept buried deep in my head, away from the good memories, but these sleepless nights are leaving me weaker and weaker, more venerable every second I spend with my eyes open. 

I keep thinking of the times where I've wanted to cry and less it all out but I've been surrounded by people, people I don't want seeing me so weak and broken. 

I keep putting this happy face on, this strong person act on when I know soon enough something will happen and I won't be able to take it and I'll cry and it'll all come out. 

I think I'm making myself weaker by not letting someone help me, I keep thinking I'm strong enough to do this alone but I'm really not.  

Today has been so filled but felt so empty-12.06.17