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 just 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 2 different me’s. One for the public, and one for myself. Only if they knew. Only if.