I've gotten so used to pretending to be happy I don't know who I am anymore. I've gotten so used to holding my tears in that when I let them out I can't control when they stop anymore. Nothing, is easy anymore. Getting out of bed for me now is like telling an alcoholic to exchange their Whisky for water. Or like giving someone your heart, but only getting a few pieces back. I tried everything. I gave it my all. I gave it every single part of me, and I can't get the pieces back. I can't get it back.