Something I found in my diary written during a time of pain:
“Just because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean I want to be. Maybe deep inside I’m struggling to find the words.
Just because I don’t talk to you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Maybe I just don’t know what to say.
Just because I seem boring to you, doesn’t necessarily mean that I am. Maybe I’m just trying to break out of my shell.
Just because I’m introverted doesn’t mean I don’t want to be social. Maybe I’m trying hard but failing.
If only we could all see through each other, you would realize my loneliness. Because, trust me, there is nothing worse than feeling like you have to face the world alone.”