You think she's fine. You think she's happy. You think she leads a perfect life just because she looks great on the outside.

She's sad. She's going through a whole load of bullshits. She's facing adversity. She's putting on a strong front so that no one can see through the facade she put on and hurt her more than she already is.

Don't tell me who I am, don't tell what to feel, don't tell me it's okay.

Simply because she knows herself more than anyone else. It's my life afterall.