I laugh like I carry nothing, I joke like nothing inside me ever gets heavy. People see the loud side of me, but they never see the thoughts that come after midnight. I started burying words instead of saying them, not because I don't feel, but because some things become heavier once you put them into words. I'm not mysterious. I'm just tired of being misunderstood. Sometimes, I just want someone to sit beside me without asking, “What’s wrong?” Because if I knew how to explain it, I wouldn't have stayed silent in the first place.