I am so miserable I live a fake life for others just because I hate the real me.If people knew who I truly was they would be shocked. I everyday make myself get out of bed I put on make up and pretend to be happy I always smile and act like I am doing great the inside I am dying on the inside. My one love left me of 12 years yet the bastard still texts me? Who does that why does he want to be friends? When you are going through a divorce why are you being nice? You know I have depression […]
