I feel like a shell.. I wanted to crack. but i cant. i wanted so much for some1 who'd sincerely come and ask me wats wrong even though I know myself I would not tell any1. I carry smiles and laughter even though my heart is in turmoil... juz so no1 would notice the difference. I do not wish others to know my problems. yet i yearn for some1 who i can tell my secrets to. Xingwen told mi i'm a very optimistic person, some1 who would onli care bout own business and not others. I was thinking if i wasnt who i am, i would hav cracked a long time ago. I chosed to remember the highs and ups. but that does not mean that i can forget the downs and lows. I present the happiness outside, but wat really lies inside is sadness. I do not tell others my failure, onli my success. failure onli gets accumulated in a dimensionless bottle, until maybe 1 day, the bottle can hold on no more and its time for it to explode. i do not know when, i do not know how. the wire got tightened. will it snap...