People think they know you. They think
they know how you’re handling a
situation. But the truth is no one knows.
No one knows what happens after you
leave them, when you’re lying in bed or
sitting over your breakfast alone and all
you want to do is cry or scream. They
don’t know what’s going inside your
head- the mind -numbing cocktail of
anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t
fair their fault. They just don’t know. And
so they pretend and they say you’re
doing great when you’re really not & this
makes everyone feel better. Everybody
but you.