The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. That no one ever messages you on facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don't want to put in the effort with people who don't put in any effort for you so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back the tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't just for the sake of others, how many times I've felt like running away. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me, and thats what I hate the most.