But I guess that doesn't really matter. Because my mother sees through them, my father knows everything and my friends just know what's up or wrong with me.
Then why do I even try hiding my sadness?
Somewhere, down in some mysterious corner of my heart, my weaknesses make me strong. I may not show that, but one day I will emerge from that like a hero. I am sure I will.
But till then, I guess I just need to wear my spectacles, study, and make myself proud.