I try to hide the truth inside, but I’d fail because it'll just show on my face, somehow. I don't want to be the girl who cries over every little thing, because it hurt. I'm not strong, but I refuse to show it. I need to learn to draw a line, between reality and dreams; between truth and lies; between the world and myself.

I felt faint today, almost as if I was going to pass out, again. I don’t want a
repeat of history, I’m afraid of the consequences, afraid of the future unknown. I’m very afraid. Afraid that one day I’ll just pass out, afraid that one day I’ll tired myself out, afraid that one day when I woke up, I won’t be able to see. There is so much that I’m afraid of, so much more…