Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I’ve sat in my room and cried, how many times I’ve lost hope, how many times I’ve been let down. Nobody knows how many times I’ve had to hold back to tears, how many times I’ve felt like I’m about to snap but don’t just for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I’m sad, and how horrible they really are.
Sorry l’m not perfect but I’m not fake either. This is me. I refuse to be fake. What some people don’t understand is, there is a lot that makes you fake. Fake people are liars, hypocrites, users, etc.