Its okay to tell me that Im too old to cry, all because I'm a freshman I should be mature. So I'll cry quietly while you get the last word, I keep my thoughts and options to myself so when it comes to making decisions I somehow always choose the wrong one, and not because you say it's wrong, but because that's what I've taught myself to believe. I'll bottle up my emotions so that no one can see my pain until one day I'll blow up on everyone around me and loose all my friends. I'll stand for 2 minutes trying to talk because I was talking first but you interrupted so yes, I'll be grumpy, so then I'll get sent to sleep my room because now I'm overdramatic. So know I'll go to a site to vent anonymous while crying as hard and silently as I can because I'm tired of having my voice shut out by everyone around me. So from now on I won't speak because I believe that there's no point. To anyone reading this, I love these people but sometimes they don't get it. None the less, I love them.