Time flies very fast. Tomorrow is 21st day of death. And today, I got very emotional. I am very emotional. Early morning, tears kept rolling in my eyes. Very small tiny lil things, my tears just come as they want to. My mom is at home, that's why I couldn't cry out. I got to hold back my tears, not to keep her worry.
I don't know what are my brothers thinking. I don't know if I am already at my limit.
I hope there's comfort for me, concern for me. But I do not know how to express myself that I am not strong. I am weak, at least at this point of time, I am weak. Can I be weak?
Am I having depression?
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