home is just a place i return to everyday. there's no emotions. nothing at all. i'm not myself at home. it's not that my mummy and daddy are not taking that good a care of me. but its just that, i choose not to show them the real me. i love my parents to a certain extent. but they can never understand how i feel. never.

and i never intended for them to know, and they shouldn't. and so, therefore I AM. and i will be strong, they shall never see the real me. its a secret.