"I'm not really happy," she laughed to herself. "I'm a sad, emotional mess. There is no way I can ever be as happy as I was before. I'm there for my friends, but they don't see how I feel. I don't let them in,"
She sighed to herself, staring at the dark ceiling. "I will never be the happy girl I pretend to say, no matter how easy it gets to act like I am fine,
"I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have anyone very close," she silently shook as she fought off tears. "And most likely never will. How can I call them friends when they don't really know who I am?
"The truth is that I lie, I act, and I pretend. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I'm not even sure who I am anymore. My act has gone way too far, but it's too late to go back."
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the most precious memories, the ones when she was happy. When she was normal. When she wasn't acting.
Author Notes: I have been writing a lot of sad stories lately.... 😆 I'm not meaning to! -KP