Learning to overcome.

There a limit as to when my bottle is too full to fill anything else in. It's the time I feel like breaking down, after all the accumulated moments where I hold it back in. But the same thing always repeats like a broken recorder. I'd never in my life be able to cry when I'm hurt emotionally. I'd stay like that, without tears, and eventually I'd be so miserable I'd just keep away from the world. It's the kind of shit that happens; the kind I would like to avoid, to push to the ultimate back of the mind cause I know I'd never be able to get rid of it.
I've always been able to handle this independently. It won't be different this time round. What's different is the people around me, I'm clear of who are the ones who are true to me. This time round, I'm thankful to those who made me laugh, to made me less painful. What's different is that more shit was added, how your swings made me confused, how I learnt to overcome that.
I don't want to be unhappy everyday and yet have to pretend I'm not, to fake my positiveness. I want it to come naturally. I've learnt to face the music, to endure whatever pain taking the least time possible. That way, at least I'd overcome it; at least I won't suffer through other days.