I've said it before and I'll say it again: I wish I had the strength to be weak.

I wish I could be imature and yell. I wish I could scream. But I guess I'm too fucking nice. I guess I care too freaking much, so that I understand. Exactly. What. You. Need.

But what about me?

I can't even cry. Because I don't. I don't cry. I don't do that. Because I can't bear it. I can't bear seeing them care. I can't bear their sad eyes on me, their constant questions. Their caring, freaking loving hearts! I don't want it. Not from them.

But you know what, that's just who I am. I care. I care too much to care about myself. Because even though I want to scream, want to yell, I won't.

Because I understand.

Because I care.

I just hope you do too.