If I could go back to when I told myself not to unload my problems on people when they already had their own, because I was scared that I'd find out that my friends and family didn't care about me the way they say they do, that I was strong enough to carry all my hurt and anger all alone, I'd tell myself to stop. That one day you'll hate your self for lying and pretending. Its useless anyway, because people already know your hurting, and eventually they'll get tired of you dodging their questions, and will just play along like every things OK, but its not and it won't be for along time. You'll wake up one day and realize, that now you really have no where to turn to, and that this is what its like to be alone, that this is what its like to really hurt. Now, I really have no one to blame but my self, and I'm still to scared to reach out and tell some one, I'm hurting bad, more than ever before, and there's no way out.