Why do I have to pretend to be all that happy infront of everybody else when I know I'll face with all the shit myself when I get back home. Must everything be spelt out so clearly to others? Sometimes it's hard to put into words what you think and bring it up. Maybe I'm the one who isn't understanding now but so what?

I'll just have to again, put on the mask I've been wearing and pretend to be that happy-go-lucky girl.

Dont ever trust.