behind the mask.

breakdowns.
ive had about four this week.
i tried talking about it to a friend.
all i got was lack of sympathy and terrible advice shot at me.
i thought i could go to her,
hell she comes to me with problems all the time.
i just...thought i had someone i could go to when nothing is right.
apperantly not.
nothing is going right and its just one slap in the face after another.
i cant beleive im going through this.
of all people, of all families, why the hell is it mine?
well, i guess its back to what ive been doing all this time:
put on a happy face, and hope nobody bothers to ask.
who am i kidding? nobody ever bothers to ask.