"It's really cold out here but we did get to snowboard and make a snowman. I took this picture of my dads hugging. I know they are definitely huddling for warmth."
I can't seem to remember when it started, the feeling of never being fully there. No one will ever know me for who I really am, so long as I keep changing my emotions. I'll cry and I'll laugh and I'll scream, but is it really something worth remembering? You look at me now and think I'm good for nothing, and perhaps maybe you're right. But so long as I keep these feelings hidden, you'll never see what's underneath, and one day, they will all disappear once I've finally become the perfect blank slate for you to decide what face I'll make next-- because after all, you've never seen me as an actual human.
I am just someone playing the role of a friend to you.