It's exhausting, isn't it? Holding it all in, never letting anyone see what's going on in your head . I'll admit you do a great job at pretending that everything is fine and that you're happy with your life. However, you can't fool me. I see you . I know you . There is pain behind those eyes . You're struggling with how enduring your self-hatred is. That constant nagging feeling of it never getting better is what I live for .