I am trying to be a good person. A good friend. a good daughter. Sometimes i find that i am being fake. I get nervous to tell people when i am struggling. Thats why blogging is so good for me. I can be open and honest with out being judged.
I feel i cant cry when i am sad, or yell when i am mad. I want my family and friends to see only when i am happy.
I dont want to end up in the psych ward any how, so i dont usually tell my parents when i am hearing voices.
Its because i love them. I dont want them to see me differently when i walk into the room. I know my family loves me, i love them too. I just dont want to admit when i am having a hard time.