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.

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