It’s difficult letting someone know how you feel when you don’t understand it yourself. And it sucks wanting to open up and try to be vulnerable to some person who you couldn’t even access. It sucks in a major way. When there is nothing at all you can do but suck it up and pretend that everything is peachy-keen. And when cracks start appearing on the surface of this almost-perfectly crafted mask, cry, in the back room, where no one can see.