Suicide is something that I can confidently say i don't have to worry about. For one thing, I got my family and religion to stop me from doing anything harsh. Second, I think i can rationalize better before thinking about anything rash. Since young, I've been receiving "No" till now. I'm pampered yes but not spoilt.
I thought I will never break because of the years of lemons. I thought my heart was made of steel- armoured by years and years of lemons. But even the strongest and impenetrable armour can be pierced through with a small and sharp arrow.
Haven't I had enough of lemons? Is it ever going to stop? When will it be honey?
One day I'll write a memoir about my closet full of lemons...