You see that girl? She looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and… dying inside. She’s hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of being not good enough, tired of life. But she doesn’t want to look dramatic, weak, and attention-seeking so she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything’s perfect but she cries at night so everybody thinks that she’s the happiest person they know. If they only knew the truth.













