Only he doesn’t know that I didn’t handle it well. At all. To him, maybe it didn’t seem that way since I kept to myself, ignored them and tried to not let it affect me, but when the shoot was over, I shut myself in my room with a whole box of Oreos and binged while I cried. The whole night. Nobody knows that I’m weak though. They don’t know that I don’t have control over my emotions, even though it seems like the complete opposite.
