I have realized something: I’m not okay.

Maybe that’s not the problem though.

The problem is that I don’t think… Actually, I’m pretty darn sure that no one I know would agree with that.

Isn’t that weird?

Maybe that shouldn’t bother me. Well, the fact that everyone thinks I’m fine doesn’t really bother me. I should be happy… I mean… no one knows anything is wrong.

What bothers me is that I’ve been so good at hiding all these years that no one knows I’m not okay. It bothers me that…


I don’t know how to stop hiding.

And I want to. (I think.)

Okay, so I don’t.

I don’t know what I want.

I do know I’d rather not hide forever.

I do know I’m not okay.

…And no one believes me…



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