Me realizing nobody will ever like me for who I really am because I put on a mask and act like a "crackhead" so that people will like me and they won't suspect anything is wrong with me because I'm always happy but sometimes I'll crack and they'll see how sad and lonely I am so I can't let that happen and I'll die knowing that the only reason people will liek me is if I cater myself to fit their expectations and thus loosing who I really am and just becoming a shell of a person