I am back with my old self but I think with a different me. It is so ironic how he sees me as not having trust in him. He just didn’t know he was the only person I allowed inside my world. This was the only time in my life where I have allowed myself to fall this much for a person because I thought I was being too tough on myself. People would tell me I am this and that, but they just don’t know deep inside I am just a girl trying to break free. I have tried to be nice to people and still I hear them talking negative things about me. They just don’t see me…and it gets to me a lot. Yah, it hurts a lot. They just don’t know how much I have to fight for it everyday in silence. In reality, I don’t talk a lot. And sometimes, I get to the point where I hate myself for not talking back, for not reasoning out for myself. I don’t know how to explain my side and I just cry in frustration. I am a prisoner inside myself.