Wow, tonight I noticed how unhappy I really am and how I’m just trying to cover it all up.

It’s quite sad actually. I’m finding all this stuff to keep me busy when really, I’m just trying to distract myself from realizing my dissatisfaction with life. I’m not happy and I think I need to keep pretending that I am. It’s better than having people ask me what’s wrong constantly when I really just don’t want to talk about it because I know they don’t care anyway.