Everyday after a long day of putting up a brave front and upholding the "all things are possible" image, i come home like a zombie. One who is lifeless, emotionless and speechless. I'll turn into someone whom no one recognises except my family and, there's nothing they can do about this "helpless" daughter. Both ignorance and concern don't seem to work on her. Maybe I just want to be alone. Maybe home is the only place where I know I'm accepted even when I'm at my worst; selfish and rude. 

I'm sorry. 

But just let me be. Don't worry, I just need my space. Alone.