I've always found comfort in going to Italy. It's like an escape from the world and all the horrible things in it.
Because there my 'friends' aren't there to judge.
My teachers aren't there to complain.
And the space is so wide open that I feel like time isn't trying to crush me.
I feel like I can do anything. And that's the best part about it.
The only thing that can reach me is my conscience and the unsettling fear of coming back to England.
But when I'm there the bad parts of my life just seem to drift away. I don't have to fake my smiles as much anymore.
I can be myself.
And that escape is the only way for me to achieve that.
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Faking Smiles
Short StoryI'm depressed. I'm unhappy. I want to die. The only thing stopping me from ending it all is pretending I'm okay until even I think it's true. But you wouldn't know that. Because you never bothered to ask. *Trigger Warning*
