All of the time, we're breathing. Our bodies demonstrates that we're alive, we're living on this unpredictable and complex world. But we know whats going on in our sorrrowful and inconsolable heart. We smile to numerous people, but are we actually smiling? Is our smile for real? We hide our feelings in front of hundereds and thousands of people. We're fond of expressing fake feelings, fake smiles, fake desires. Is'nt our life onerous? Or are we responsible for making our life even worse than hell? Some of us are stopped by our mothers, giving the sake of their lives to keep our mouths shut and not to express any symptom of sorrow whereas some of us are pressurized by the society. Why did you trusted him so much? Why did you lost yourself, you should have been your first priority. Girl, now you have to be strong, you have to show your existence, start living, start breathing, i know it would be difficult but you have to prove his bullshit wrong and stand up as a stro