This is the sad part of being single. No one waits for you to be home first before they fall asleep. No one calls you at night to make sure you’re already home. No one care wherever you go and what time you’re coming home(beside your parents). Oh well… I’ll get used to it. 😕

It doesn’t mean if you cry you’re weak. And if you don’t you’re strong. It was never based on the tears you pour or hold. But rather, on the smile on your face even though everything is falling apart.