I think I might have inherited my mom's acting skills. Whenever my dad would yell at her, yeah, she'll yell back and get all upset, but then managed to go on like nothing ever happened. Even smile at the townsfolk and making small talk.

I think I can do that too. I'll be laughing and joking around even after my sister goes crazy on me just because I was holding on something dear to me, and threatened to destroy it. It might not be much, sad even, but it's mine. And I'm happy with it. I was about to explode, but I managed to take a deep breath at the last moment and made a lame excuse to carry on with dinner 'cause I was hungry. In truth, I was a bit intimidated. And i had getting scared when I'm at my own home, where I should have the rights to speak. But we carried on, like nothing happened. It may seemed like I shrugged it off, but deep down, I'm badly injured. No tears could fall though. Because I've run dry.

And it will carry on like this forever....and ever.

Scratch that, I'm not completely dry...yet