Today I realized something about the world. No one can handle my deep sadness; there is no person alive–or, if there is there are very very few, and probably live in Tibet or something–that can stand by me without leaving or lying or being drained.
The world has broken the last bit of trust I had. I trust no one. The world has spoken: they want the fake me. They’ll only accept me if I put on a mask of happiness. So, I will swallow my sadness. I will swallow my anger. I will let no one inside. You want to know how my day was? […]