People think I’m such a happy positive person, and part of me is, but I don’t ever let them see the rest. Sometimes it’s so hard to hold it together until I can get home and be alone.
I try so hard to pretend to be a real person. Someone who matters, someone who’s not…broken. And I’m less broken than I used to be; I am. I did that myself, I got through some stuff. But it’s just not enough. I don’t know if it ever will be.
I used to think that someday everything would just be okay, somehow. Now…I find it hard to believe that […]