We are fighting a war. Everyone sitting here is fighting a war. But this war doesn't happen on a battlefield full of smoke and noise.It's silent. It's invisible. It happens deep inside our minds.It's a war that we fight against ourselves. But finally, it's a war that we fight for ourselves. When I was in middle school, I once spilled for a boy.Then I felt all my thoughts kept going back to him. I feel the jealousy, possessiveness, sadness, confusion. I feel the joy of loving with friends or the praise for m ...