In Their Eyes
In my friends eyes, i am this happy, golucky type of person. Deep down, i am spinning out of control with a want to be loved. They think they know me, but maybe if they stop being stuck up eachothers ***** all the time and took the actual time to listen to me, they might know me.
Even my bestfriend barly knows me, although im sure she would argue that. Any time I try to tell her whats wrong, or bothering me; she tells me to suck it up and get over it and that she doesn't want to hear it.
I want to find a group of people, that understand and accept eachother; instead of hiding behind the masks they have started to believe is them.