every night she cry herself to sleep.

   in between anger and sadness , I am still very much uncertain. I am proud , I am also disappointed in myself. I am living in denial . I don't understand why am I always emotional when it gets late and dark. There was once , I cried in the middle of the night , alone curling up on my bed and remembered that I used to cry behind the door in my old room. Crying in silence is to me a therapy that neutralise everything that is clouding my veins . It helps - even for a moment . God, I realise that explaining every single thing about what you have in mind is tiring and stressful . Because , in the end they may manipulate your words .