We struggle all the time.

Then we decide.

And then we struggle, again.

We repeat every single day.

Every minute, every second.

We share our emotion.

And when we're tired, we keep our mouth shut.

We bury them deep inside.

And put on masks.

We move on.

Someday, people judge.

Jugding on what they see.

Never try to understand.

We get hurt.

We're tired.

But life keep going on.

Life has to go on.

Independent.

Never rely on others.

That's what we need.

To keep us alive.

In this world.

With those bitches.

深夜