Everybody thinks that I ain’t got any problems. FYI, I badly have… I can make the whole class laugh, I can make u smile even those paper works are getting on your nerves… But sometimes behind those silly things that’s very much easy for me to do, I have a very huge crisis. If I can make the whole world smile? How come it’s very much hard for me to make myself smile till I ain’t got any air to breathe? If only I made everyone to see me in a different way, maybe those smiles can be replaced by crazy lil’ tears from my lonely heart!!