I'm just not going to pretend anymore that I'm alright.
Can't you see it?
I'm crying inside. I'm just tired of smiling and begging to myself to just shut up and not saying anything.
Not going to stand up them anymore.
Not going to pretend I'm okay.
Not going to do what they want me to do. Or what I am supposed to do. The other day my mum just congratulated me for talking with she, my cousin. Yes, realy! Can you believe it?
What does she think that I am?
I'm not going to talk of the weather with no one anymore.
Last week I spend one hour talking about the summer, the sun and the autumn with my estiticien. I just felt kind of stupid.
I'm not going to put up with their stupid jokes.
This year, the one who tries to make me sink is going to recieve something from myself. Dunno what, but something.
They are not going to make me feel just so culprit.
I'm going to be me.
I'm going to make my life mine's.
Altough it isn't the way I do things, although I'm going to penedir of doing it;
"a la mierda con todo".