I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
But it doesn’t mean that I’m not destroying myself mentally, ripping my brain apart from the inside out. I’m not exactly emotionless like everyone likes to believe, I just hide ever inch of emotion until I’m alone. Someone has to be the calm and collected one.
You will NEVER see me break down and cry. I just don’t. I can’t.
When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester