I used to be a difficult person. People would curious till death to open my mouth.
They would never know what happened to me because I looked okay when being blamed (even though that wasn't my fault). I never show them when I was suffered with the problem all alone. I never say what I want and always put others first.
I have no idea why I being like that.
But that was not the real me. The circumstance, that has shaped me.
May, is my birth month and I have passed twenty-two of them on the 19th day.
