I've always thought that as I age, I'll somehow become emotionally stronger. Won't always be a cry baby, wouldn't show my anger , wouldn't be so immature.

But everything is relative. . At this point of time, in a dim lit hostel room , I feel I've only grown more fragile, a word can break me.  You're back in your crib crying for love. Maybe the only thing we learned growing up is whom you show your vulnerability to.