I don't ask for help. I manage all my issues on my own. I carried my life believing that my breakdowns are my responsibilities. Somehow, it's true. But more than truth, I am just tired. Of explaining myself. Of hearing unsolicited advice. Of tolerating people whom I thought would understand me, but do not. And so I put on a facade. I do not loathe them, but I created this fortress around me. I don't want anyone's help. The more people disappoint me, the more I feel that I equate to them.