Tired. That's how I feel. And this, is the kind that no bedrest can fix. The people around me think I am strong enough to handle just about anything. But deep inside, I seek for a pillar to whom I can lean on and rest my worries. I can cry but I must not let them see. I can stop but I have to make it unnoticeable. For these times, it is hard to show strength when mine is nearly used up. But I have to go, go, go..
Because giving up is not an option.