Sometimes I wonder
If my loud, stupid, random, immature best friends have something unbearable going on in their lives. Because I act exactly the same as them - I smile and laugh and do stupid things - but the minute I'm alone or it's quiet, everything goes to who I really am - a broken, insecure teenager who is hurting unbearably inside. & I worry about them like that. Because, if they knew what was going on inside my head, they wouldn't even know me.
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