I am officially depressed. I'm turning twenty in another 3 months or so, and I cant afford acting the way I was anymore. I can't afford regretting things unsaid. I can't afford not saying things on my mind.
I see people who's honest and unpretentious and I envy them. I see people who isn't hypocrite and not afraid of being themselves and I envy them.
You see, I care too much about other people's feelings that I always end up hurting mine.