In all these past years I have grown up. Learning that, it's okay to not receive love from family, to get betray by friends I loved the most, to accept that one sided love is beautiful, to walk away from the person who doesn't give efforts. Its okay not to be okay sometimes. Learning that my body weight is not my flaw, my scars are witnesses that I did not go through any less, cuts are often good injury than ripping heart every second. Revenge is not the solution nor making them regret will ever be. Smoking is good when you're alone enough not to let out your feelings through words but through smoke. Its okay to be transparent enough not to fake smile, just being real. Not all family members keep you in safe hands. Not all boys are bad. I have learned to stay happy not to fool my heart but to fill my heart. Loneliness is okay, no one gets that right to break you again and again.