Chill Is My Title
I'm happy on the outside but dying on the inside is partially correct. I wouldn't say I'm dying, but more like I'm hurting. Life is never easy, and I feel like it only gets harder everyday. So much has happened to me these past couple of years. I'm always smiling and saying I'm fine, which I find myself saying every day. One: I don't want everybody to know my buisness, to know all the things that are going on, or have gone one. Two: I don't think people will understand, they may take it as me seeking for attention. My outside self is nowhere near my inside self. on the inside I'm lost and confused, on the outside I'm calm and collected. Im pretty much pretending, and I hate it.