I feel like crap, as usual. But this time it’s different, It’s this kind of feeling I can’t describe where On the outside your body is so automatically used to pretending to be happy that I feel so used up. I almost feel like I’m empty, like there’s nothing left. It’s so sad that you can pretend every single day and finally get used to it where no one knows a single thing about you. Where people around you could be speaking about suicide and depression and absolutely no one in the whole room of 300 people would guess that you are the one who has those thoughts every single day & night.