Sometimes you need a breakdown. One of those yell at everyone, cry until you fall and can't breathe kind of breakdowns. Then you feel better. And if you don't, at least people will know you are not okay.

The problem is I'm trying to make a decision on a million questions and no answers.

For the first time in my life, I know the true meaning of 'break down'. You always hear people say 'oh I'm having a break down today!' but it's different than that. It's when something so small, so ridiculously unimportant sets you off and you snap. You feel it inside of you and you try to hold it back. You don't need people asking questions, but someone will make a joke at your expense, or playfully slap you on the shoulder, and you lose it. You almost hate them for what they've said or done. But maybe that's not why. . . maybe you hate them simply because they're happy.

At the end of the day, you either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's holding you together.

She remained as she had always been, amused and curious. But strangely distant, as if her own life were a book she was reading. One she might put down at any moment in order to gaze out the window at the sky.

no one knew the things she would hide, all the emotions, bottled up inside. She couldn't keep back the urge to cry, with each passing day, a part of her would die.