Everything I thought I knew, I don't. I'm constantly second guessing myself, I can't make a decision. I'm sick of putting this mask on every day, to hide who I really am. This smile, it's not always real. I'm not happy.
I won't lie and say I'm a mess, I'm not. Things certainly make me happy, I just wish it could always be like this. When I see his smile, or when I see her every morning, I know my life is worth living. My smile is real.
I'll carry on, as long as it gets me where I need to be. But, know that I'm not happy about being "happy".
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