i constantly wonder how my life looks in other people's eyes. Do they think i have it easy? Do they think i have nothing going on for myself? Or are they fascinated with who i am? The thing is that no one will even know my whole story. No one will ever know the things i've to overcome. - Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge nowadays. You only see the person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as i can, and i guess that's my way of hiding from the truth. It's just that that way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay. That i never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken i am, and how i'm holding on for dear life on this one last strand that's recently become ver delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me. No one will ever know me, and sometimes that scared, because no one will ever know why i am the way i am.

why am i the way i am? why?