You see me? I look so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and..dying inside. I’m hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But I dont want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So I keep it all inside. Act like everything’s perfect, but i cry at night when i’m alone. So everybody thinks that im the happiest person they know. That I have no problems and my life is perfect. If only they knew the truth….