Day 10: Sadness Returns

Nobody cares or understands or wants to understand how i feel. And ive grown so accustomed to it, bottling up my feelings just to make everyone else feel more confortable that i cant share, cant vent, just could only sit back and cry. How can I go back to barbados more fragile than I came? How? I know she'll see my weakness and ill be instant prey for a hostile attcak. What do I do? Im scared and hurt and nobody cares. I know nobody. Im too tiring to care about. Im not pretty enough, not worth caring about and everyone just assumes im jealous. But when im dead, they'll know