It's 1 am and I'm all alone. Not just in a metaphorical sense, but a literal one. I have spent the past week being awake by myself into the early morning. And it's not because I can't talk to anyone, it's simply because of the efforts to act happy. I can't fake anything anymore. I can barely smile without almost bursting into a balling mess and curling into a ball. I try to stay at least neutral. I do my upmost best to stay sane for the sake of others. I would hate for them to see me act the way I feel. So I be myself in the few hours I can get alone.
