As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at the end of the day that's what we're all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we're all the same.
