silence is the best way….

Sometimes, silence is the best way….
Talking about past hurts me especially if that past has something to do with lots of emotional depression. I hate it when people repeatedly remember my mistake. That is a big slapped on my face. I know I had made a mistake on my past I will not deny that, but I have already changed my life and started all over again and up to this present day Im happy now. I just do not like what you said yesterday. It corrupts my whole mind and all I want to do is to breakdown, cry, and yell but I couldn’t you know why? Coz I don’t want you seeing me crying like a baby. I want to show you my strong personality against all suffering that I had experience in the past! Can’t just we forget the past? My past! Coz every time you make me remember it, my personality breaks apart!? For every single day that pass seems to add my misery. the longer I stay this way, the more embittered I become. This loneliness corrupts my very soul like a cancer, and soon it’ll devour this fragile container.