I act like everything is fine. I laugh at people's jokes. I do silly things with my friends and I act like I have a carefree life. It's funny though. When I come back home, I turn off that mental switch. Then suddenly I break down. I feel alone, empty, tired. I can't exactly describe how I feel into words. It's like I have two different me's. One for the public and one for myself. If only they knew. If only...
