If there's anything I learnt from all that has happened in the past few days, it's not to never trust, be bitter - but that some things, I must only keep to myself, because it's my burden to carry, and only mine.

I recall keeping them to myself for the longest time ever, and then, I thought I just couldn't go on with the weight of it myself. I remember the isolation, and the confusion and loneliness over wtf was I doing, time after time. And the times when they were just at the tip of my tongue, because I wanted to spill, but then held back, because I lost the guts, and couldn't imagine how anyone could comprehend, or believe what I was about to say. Walking around, alone, or else, pretending all is fine, when I was a mess inside, unsure of what was going on.

And then I broke - and it came out. I just couldn't keep it in, it was robbing me of my sanity. After that, I fought for the people who were always there to see me through.

But now, I see, it's my burden to bear. However lonely, miserable, it's mine, and for me to deal with. For others may never understand, and then tire, leave, and hurt- for I've fought for them.

From now on, only mice allowed.