We have a sucky friendship if this is happening….
I’m not a bitch and I’m not “fake” like you seem to think. I’m hurt. I’m broken. And I’m trying to cover it up. The only way I know how. I’m making believe that everything has the potential to be okay. That everything is okay. You see me as confident. I’m not. You’re my best friend, you should know I’m not okay. But you don’t.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via visualcomplex)
We have a sucky friendship if this is happening….
I’m not a bitch and I’m not “fake” like you seem to think. I’m hurt. I’m broken. And I’m trying to cover it up. The only way I know how. I’m making believe that everything has the potential to be okay. That everything is okay. You see me as confident. I’m not. You’re my best friend, you should know I’m not okay. But you don’t.
We have a sucky friendship if this is happening….
I’m not a bitch and I’m not “fake” like you seem to think. I’m hurt. I’m broken. And I’m trying to cover it up. The only way I know how. I’m making believe that everything has the potential to be okay. That everything is okay. You see me as confident. I’m not. You’re my best friend, you should know I’m not okay. But you don’t.
