Just for a second, I want you to imagine being buried alive. Under stress, insults, lies, disappointments, and depression. You can't deal with it all. You're suffocating. You don't know what to do, you want to leave, you want to get out, you want to DIE. You wake up each day feeling like this. The feeling only gets worse as time goes on. But you can't run away from it, no matter how hard you try. So you put on a smile and face each day, pushing down your fear and dread. The world thinks you're happy. No one knows that you're a mess. Now, when you're at school, or work, or just walking in the streets, look around you. How many smiles are faked? You never know someone as well as you think.