1 First counts

Maybe I was there...

in the middle.

I've been living alone all this time, alone in the sense that everyone see my perspective different from them.

They did not isolate me, I isolated them.

I barely talk out my problem to anyone, well nothing will change anyways. I rather struggle alone than being dependent on those adult. Now I want to tell whoever reading this, the story of a girl whose living in between.

Do you know how it feels like? Living in the middle of happiness and sadness. In the middle of anger and calmness. Battling between emotions and mind. Struggling either being a good person or the smart person.

If you are ready. Let's count 1 to 3.

1....

2....

3.....

What would you expect from the person in the middle?