Sometimes you need a breakdown. One of those yell at everyone, cry until you fall, and can’t breathe kind of breakdowns. Then hopefully, you’ll feel a bit better. And if not, then at least people know you’re not okay.

I broke down yesterday. Mental shut down, emotional trauma whatever you call it.

Not even your parents know you well enough to know how well you hide. They won’t see the pain you’re in. You hide it so well behind your pretty face. No one can ever tell how much your feeling out of place.

How much I've been trying to stay afloat, trying not to kill myself out of impulse, trying not to screw everything up. I've been trying but they just don't see it somehow, does it mean that I have to put on an act and smile when I'm upset? I think it's really sad how I can't seem to communicate my thoughts and feelings through to my parents because I think if I'd speak something more, they will take it as though I'm trying to talk back at them and so all I can do is shut up and take in their words unwillingly.

The smile on your gorgeous face brings a smile to my lonely heart.

Ever remembered when your day really sucked and there's just this person that cheers you up?

You make me smile, a real smile. The kind of smile no one has seen in a while.

Fake a smile? No, you really make me smile.

I think all these quotes describe my feelings pretty well, much more than I could express it myself.

P.S ITILU.

Labels: Heartbreaking, Smile