Am I alone? Because i have so many friends who have no idea what my life is really like. They think its perfect. Yeah, i can dance, sing, act. But what is it all if you dont know what to feel. If every other day you just feel like breaking down ? You can try to explain yourself so many times, but will anyone really understand? I doubt it. So i hold it in, hold it all in. And when i fall or scrape my knee and start hysterically balling my eyes out even if it doesnt hurt, it gives me a reason to cry, a reason to sit there and just slump over with a box of tissues, drying my eyes, wiping my tears, making myself feel better.

( this story isnt about me) fer you pple who think it is :]