I’m sick of this life. I can’t remember or think of one time where I was genuinely happy; a moment where everything felt just right. Fact of the matter is, I’ve always faked my smile. I’ve always had to fake moments of happiness, nothing was or is ever real. No one would ever believe I feel suicidal or that I’ve suffered and continue to suffer from depression if I told them. I try really hard to mask my internal state and the pain I feel with jokes, just so I don’t give off the impression that I’m actually sad inside.
When I see myself, the only […]