Have you ever felt this way? Like you were lost, and scared, and so damn insecure. Yet the world can’t see it because you have that smile plastered on your face, you have these walls surround you. There are a million thoughts in your mind but you don’t actually say them, you just say the superficial things you think people would want to hear. It’s not that you don’t want to be honest, it’s just that sometimes that’s really hard. Because being honest means you could ruin everything. Because being honest doesn’t mean the person can understand how you feel. You don’t want to hurt anyone, but you’re hurting, and you wish that there would be one person who would understand, someone who could tell you what to do. But there’s no one, because there’s no one you can tell, and it’s not like they would understand. I want to stop thinking.