The Real Me

I'm just getting use to the days without going out/smsing already. Maybe that's the real me should be like. Now there's only music that can keep me company and stop me from thinking all those rubbish. But everytime when a person is alone, they'll just think of some rubbish, which I always did, which make me can't sleep all night. Bear; is what I could do now. It'll be over soon.
I may look strong to you, but I'm not. Sad; but I can't do anything to stop it, not ever crying. My tears just couldn't come out from my eyes.
I'll be okay; Soon.