The rain pouring all over the roof sheet, and the wind blowing in anger.
Another day of holding back of letting this girl inside out of myself, because the fear got real.

The fear gets worst when you're guilty of being afraid, that's scary. Hurts. Like blunt knives that never can get to my deepest but it can certainly make my heart scream in silence.
I'm scared.

Are we all scared or it is just me?
I love drama, I won't deny it, but I've tried so many ways, and I've tried so much to do the "right" thing to the eyes of stiff people that maybe: anxiety, pression and bad news shapes my character but what about my soul?