Be tough, will you?

My umbrella cant hold any heavier rain

Tears just flow quietly itself widout alarm'ing me for the whole morning

Oh well
it is not a quiet one
colleagues saw my eyes turned red,
people from another side of the phone sensed it.

The next time when you hear I am not alright
please
don't ask me
"Are you okay?"
It is really like the button to make my tears flow uncontrollably.


Perhaps,
I doesn't suit to be in this line.

Perhaps,
I don't like people to question me.

Perhaps,
I just haven't get out from the
speak-to-BIG-ppl phobia.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.