I don’t know what happened. How we all became so fragile, so incredibly breakable. I don’t know why my tears can fall so easily - yet every single one feels like I’m failing at this facade of being happy, ‘fine’, and alive. I don’t understand how missing someone can quietly kill you & how an unrequited love, just robs you of this sense of hope we all should have. I can’t comprehend how everyone thinks I’m so strong, and brave, when all I feel is weak and scared. I don’t know when this happened, when life became like this. Because looking back - it’s always been this way.