When the cracks finally start to show, and the mask I wear begins to slip, they don’t reach out—they look away. There’s a coldness in their eyes, a 'toughen up' that feels like a heavy door slamming shut. I’m tired of performing a happiness I don’t feel just to keep them comfortable. I’m searching for a friend who looks past the 'I’m fine' and sees the hurt written in the silence. I’m looking for someone who knows that being strong doesn't mean never breaking. If you’re also tired of hiding, if you’re looking for a place where you don't have to pretend—I’m here. Because I know exactly what it’s like to be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone."
