Sometimes, the internet pwns.

Because no one can tell what you're feeling.

You can be tired out of your mind, crying your eyes out, watching red lines appear or plain depressed, but you can add a smiley and sound cheerful and no one will know any different.

And the best thing? You can spill your heart out and admit that you're fucked up, and awful, and horrible, and the worse thing they can do is ignore you. They don't whisper about you, or spread rumours about you, or laugh at you and make you feel like absolute shit.

But they still can. They can still have 274 friends and thousands of comments and a bright profile that lets you know absolutely nothing about them, but they're popular. Because they're pretty and skinny, and the boys they like like them back and they're not insignificant and problematic and fucked up.

And they all, everyone here and outside, everyone has a best friend. The one they can confide anything to. It's killing me.