You'll never know.
How I wish I could just shout that to my parents or some people for at least once. They keep on saying they've been through what I'm going with. Do they really? If they did, they should not keep on telling me the sh*ts I made and suck it to my face countless times. Do they even know how it hurts? What the hell, they will never know. I know they've experienced things like this but, hello, this is another generation. They should not tell me that what they experienced is the one I'm experiencing. Things change, not everything stays.
Although, I want to say all my problems to them. I don't think, I can. This isn't the right time, yet, I just know it.
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