Sometimes I wish I could just scream.

Scream until my voice is hoarse with sadness. Sometimes, I just wish I could laugh the whole day, nothing to worry about. Sometimes, I wish I could cry on someone’s shoulder, telling them everything, my hopes, my dreams, my faults, my fears, my horribly fucked up life. But I’m too afraid of the consequences to let anyone know, so I keep it to myself and just go through the motions of daily life.