Independent

Somehow today, it felt so weird.
A place I feel at home the most, but it is also the same place where I feel left-out the most too.
Is it true that no matter how long you've been here, you are still counted as a foreigner?
Eventhough at times you feel so comfortable, yet there are times when you feel so out of place.
So paradoxical yet so true.

Sometimes I think I am too independent. Always doing things on my own.
Not willing to let anybody see the other side of me.
Always putting up the tough-everything-is-alright front.
Nobody is supposed to see me breaking down in stress.
Nobody is supposed to see the weaker side of me.
LET GO. Learn how to let go and let the people around me in.

A lot of friends around, but never really had a close one.

Sometimes, it's good, most of the time, it's not.

Maybe I have not been investing enough time into the relationships.

Maybe. JUST maybe.

At least, I know He is always with me. No matter where or when. Thank you.