I’m scrolling through Facebook when I come across a post with these 3 photos:
I’ve never related to anything more in my life.
I’ve always been the happy-go-lucky, think positive kind of girl. I’ve always tried to see the brighter things in life. But at night, when I’m in bed and all alone, I break down…
I’m good at trying to help people. Good at trying to cheer everyone up. But when I need help, I usually have no one. Not because I don’t have friends or family. It’s because I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I don’t want to share my worries, my pain, my heartache, my burdens, my fears…
I desperately need someone but I don’t ask for help.
What is wrong with me?
Credits to this person’s Facebook Post.
Photographs and Footprints 