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4 марта 2026 г., 23:45
I always wander how people wake up in the morning excited about their day. How they get out of the house with a real smile, and get home with it too. Because all I've ever known is a fake smile. Forced curves around my mouth. Pretending to smile for the photo ,or just in case. Or the way I loughed at something someone said that was supposed to be funny. Because if don't , people will ask what's wrong. Family will tell I'm rude and start a fight, turning them into victims. Friends will ask if I'm mad,or if someone died,not knowing it's me who's slowly dying from inside down. I wander if that is what depression really is. A sickness. Something that needs to be fixed. Looking ay myself in the mirror, repeating that I am alright, hoping that one day these affirmations will magically come true.
