I act like everything is fine. I
laugh at people's
jokes, I do silly things with my friends and act
like i have a carefree life. It's funny though when
I come back home, I just turn off that mental switch.
Then suddenly I break down. I feel alone, empty,
tired, I can't exactly describe how I feel into words.
It's like I have two diffrent me's. One for the
public,
and one for myself. Only if they knew. Only
if.
