Pretending to be fine it will not help. Faking happiness. Faking how you feel so no one else may worry. It breaks you. As the days go by, people think you're fine, and don't see reality tearing, as does one's fake smile. When no one see your despair, they cannot help.
Since I've worn the fake smile for god knows how long, I am a master at exaggerating my happiness. I feel...nothing, despair even. Sadness that no one can help. It is indeed difficult to talk to someone about how i feel, and even if I'm pressured, which is what someone should not do, i cannot reveal how i feel. Depression feels like an inescapable void, clasping you with lies and self-doubt...My anxiety makes me believe i will be judged every stage, and moment i live, of course I am worried i will be hated...but, anxiety is more than that. Perhaps the course of action, which I am willing to take, is take 'happy pills', known commingly as anti-depressants. I am willing to try them.
