I just had the worst breakdown I've ever had. I just feel like giving up. Keeping up with the facade that I've always had since the start is harder than it seems.
I'm not sure what's killing me more. Is it the constant need to be someone that I am not or having to see other's happiness with the fake me?
I'm probably slowly dying inside. And who knows, sooner or later I would die for real.
I don't know if the person reading this would understand but at least I let what I wanted to say out.
She tried to not let a tear out as she wrote but in the end, a few teardrops feel on one of the notes. Leaving the notes that have tainted with her tears as if sealing on how real the emotions were, she walked away.
As per usual, he would always catch her note minutes after she left. His voice echoed throughout the hallway,
"I understand."