Like no. Just because I hide it, just because you can't see it doesn't mean I am not struggling. 

I did everything that I "needed to do." today - I got dressed and shower and ate. I went out and hung out with family for a bit, and then I came home and made dinner and I studied. 

But I'm so fucking depressed. It was so hard and now that I'm in bed I want to curl up and cry and never leave. I don't want to do this every day and I want to die. But no one knows just how much it hurts because I am still "functioning." So, I just pretend I'm fine because obviously if I can do things, I must be, right?