Faking HappinessThat is literally all that I do. I pretend to be happy, but that's so not me. I am literally bleeding on the inside, but no one knows it. I am affected by every little thing around me.
I am never really happy. It doesn't matter whether it is a good day or a bad day.
The reason for me being sad and feeling this way is because not a single person in this entire world knows how i really feel.
I don't have even a single friend.
I mean I want at least one person to know how I feel. It would make me feel lighter. But then I think why would anyone want to listen about what I feel, or what would they think of me after they knew how i felt.
I mean if I told them that whenever they talk about their Dad's, I remember watching my Dad leave.
They would think that I'm a freak, which I know I am. But no one else does.
I don't think I can pretend being happy anymore.