'What are you feeling? Lonely. Tired. Overwhelmed. Fatigued. Nostalgic. Sick. Nauseated. Like a fraud. For attempting to keep things together when in reality I’m crumbling. People shouldn’t admire me as they do. I’m just like them. Falling apart. A majority of the time, I’m okay. It’s the night that kills me. I hardly sleep. And it’s not really stress. More of an unquiet-ness. A restlessness. And it shakes me up so that it’s hard to just lay in bed and fall asleep, to shut everything out. I can never shut everything out. My mind is never quiet.'