This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.
(The girl who seemed unbreakable broke, the girl who always laughed cried, the girl who never stop trying finally gave up. She dropped a fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself "I can't do this anymore" ~ Unknown)