I’m an expert at pretending. Every day I put a smile on while there are tears inside. I can smile, joke, and all that shit while I’m dying inside.
Asking me if I’m sad is a pointless question. The real question is “how sad are you today?”.
Even if you asked that, I’d smile and make a joke and laugh.
No one can ever tell how sad I am. It’s a daily battle for me.
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