It hurt again. I realize one thing: no matter what you do to hide yourself, to cover yourself, to escape from yourself, there will time when your hurt burnt and shattered and sad because you can never forget what you have been through. I did promise myself that I will move on no matter what but… every time I saw my parents happy because of my new achievement. I feel bad because I myself did not want to be… that good. I did not like myself, I hate myself for struggling.