All of us have pain.

All of us have to deal with pain.

Some of us eat everything, some of us eat nothing, and some of us eat and then throw up everything or something. Some of us face it squarely, some of us run away. Some of us hurt others, some of us hurt ourselves. Some of us shout, and some of us keep silent. Some of us let the world know, some of us don’t have a soul. Some of us find solace in music, in movies, in alcohol, in late nights, in blogging. Some of us are reckless with our lives. Either way we survive with other distractions, finding every possible anaesthetic available to numb the pain.

So don’t tell me I’ve changed, because I don’t even know who I really am to become something you think I’ve become.

So don’t tell me what you think I’m supposed to do, because this is my life.

I’ll take responsibility for whichever way I choose to deal with the pain that comes my way the same way anyone of us does.