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So here's a random six-word story. I have some things going on in my life, and I'm finding it kind of terrifying how easily I'm able to hide it from everyone who thinks they know me. It's kind of ironic that they think they know me best, and yet they can't even tell when I'm literally on the edge of falling apart. But of course, will I ever actually say that I'm not fine if asked? Nope. I just fake a smile and say that everything's okay, that I'll be okay... Even though I know for a fact that I can't run from this forever.

Maybe I'll be lucky and they'll see before that happens, yeah?


Don't mind the rambling.


Thanks for reading~