*PRESENT DAY: 29th December, 2023*
Dear Reader,
My life feels like an intricate riddle, and today was spent trying to sort it out. I've gotten good at blending in, making it hard for anyone to question me, and it seems easier that way. But beneath my laughter, there's this jumble of conflicting emotions, forming layers that feel unbreakable, and I worry they might consume me.
How can I aim for the sky when I feel stuck beneath my own ceiling? I'm trying every day, but it's tough. I know I put up a facade for a reason. I'm wary of allowing those who may eventually revert to being strangers to hold pieces of my story. They come and go, offering sympathy for a moment, and then they're off to the next person with a more touching story.
They only see the perfect side, ignoring when I falter, which only adds more layers to this mask, making it harder to know what's real anymore.
Even when I need to talk, I hide how I feel because it's simpler than admitting something's wrong. They talk a big game, trying to stop the darkest thoughts, but real support is rare. So, I stay silent, wanting love, not just pity.
Dear Reader, on December 29th, 2023, these fake faces felt even stronger.
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