More ideas from Hannah
It's pathetic isn't it. I have a good life, I have a food on the table and a roof over my head. But my insides are ripping each other apart, I want to scream and cry and sleep forever but no one will let me. No one will let me be my self, because being myself would mean being dead.

home alone. you break down. letting out everyone. crying as hard as you can. pretend everything is ok. they don't suspect a thing. they don't suspect their child is broken and falling apart