I like to clench my fist. So that when you hit me, I won’t scream. When you slap me, I won’t shout. So that it wouldn’t look like it hurts. So that I can look like I’m okay.

I’m not trying to be strong, because I’m quite strong. And I have to be strong.

I’m born with this superhero complex within me. I want to save the world. I want to help everybody that’s around me. I want to be superwoman, because I believe I can be. I want to help everybody that’s around me.

But I hate being helped, especially for stuffs that I can do on my own. Self-reliant, whatever. There’s no room to be weak. Absolutely no. Cause when you allow yourself to be, they think that you’ve special motives. And tears are the lamest way to portray your weakness. It’s just an action to manipulate. You can never cry, they will never allow you to. And they will never understand why. So suck it up.

Just do everything on your own. Help others when they need. Go the extra mile for them. The world will be a better place. If they don’t need you anymore, don’t be too sad. Someone else came along. Just take care of the rest.

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But I know, superheroes need other superheroes too. I look around, where are you?

Omg, what am I talking about. Random. Bye.