You see that girl? She looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a good time and... Dying inside. She's hurting and she's tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of living. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak or attention seeking, so she keeps it all inside. She acts like everything's perfect. But at night she breaks. Everyone thinks she's the happiest person they know. That her life is perfect and problem free, if only they knew the truth. Now you maybe wondering how I know all this, I know because the girl is me.
