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.

Puedes cerrar los ojos a las cosas que no quieres ver, pero no puedes cerrar tu corazón a las cosas que no quieres sentir.

Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!