"People think that I'm this happy person but the truth is I smile a lot because I feel like I have to."
Charlie Askew took the words right out of my mouth.
I feel that with every day that passes, bits and pieces of who I am are also starting to fall apart. It feels harder to smile lately, like it's becoming a habit rather than a genuine reaction. I feel so lost and I don't know what I want to do anymore. All I just want to do is to stay in bed and escape the world, that way, I can still keep whatever is left of 'me'.
I want to talk to somebody, but I feel hesitant to open up to my friends. Would they understand me? Would they want to listen to my problems when they have their own to worry about? They might just brush it off as nothing serious. Yes, it's just me being dramatic again. What do I have to complain about anyway? Lots of people would want to have what I have right now.
Do you think I don't know that? Because I do. I am very well aware of it and that's what's making me more frustrated at myself. I am turning myself into a wreck. And I don't know how to stop anymore. If I could just curl up and disappear... it would be better for everyone, I guess.