This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.
Quote on anxiety - My anxiety is silent. You wouldn’t even notice a change on the outside, but I’m honesty so stressed I can’t even manage simple tasks. People call me lazy when in reality I’m just overwhelmed.