It was a kinda bad luck today. I broke my leg. It was hurt really. I cried. It was not just because of the pain, it's because of this emptiness. Where was he when I needed him the most? I have no idea. No matter how many friends you got, they couldn't be there for u anytime. I've known it for a long time. Even for him, he couldn't be there for me neither, that's hurt the most.
I can still smile at my friends when I was trying to tell them I was ok. It seemed fine from the outside but the truth is not just like it seemed sometimes. Who knows? I become pretty good at hiding my own pain. Lessons learned rite?