A Morning in Mandai

I kid you not. They're sweat droplets. Damn you, steep hills.





And school. And bad weather. And a feeling of general crappiness, like I'm walled up in my own mind, and no one really notices me struggle or cry out. I just wish someone can just understand that behind the charade, I want to have someone to truly talk to. That's all I want. Right now.

I act OK and fine because it doesn't profit me to show my weakness.