The happiness

Mask

Dear diary,

It's Tilla. Its second period. It's so tiring. Keeping up a fake image. When you keep that image up, no one knows you. Well people know you, just not the real you. They know the shell. Not the inside. When you do finally decided to let the mask drop, Everyone thinks of you as a fake. Its hard.
-Tilla-

I sat there second and third. Forth and fifth. Sixth and seventh. By the time I was through with school, I was tired. I walked out as soon as the bell rung. There, as always, was my driver. First in line. Sitting there paciently. Kinda like a dog would. But I didn't care. I walked to the car, opened the door and sat paciently in the back set waiting for him to head home. After we got home, I went straight to my bedroom and changed. I had on orange shorts and a large white T-shirt. I did my homework, ate, and took a shower. Shortly after my shower, I feel into a peaceful and calming sleep.