They might not even realize that I am telling the truth.
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Updated 8 years ago,October 27, 2017
I am two seconds away from a mental breakdown.
I dont mumble that I amfinein a way that clearly shows that the opposite is true.
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I put on a better act than that.
I dont hide my pain.
I make jokes about my pain.
As if they are funny to me.
They might not even realize that I am telling the truth.
But sometimes I mean it.
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Sometimes it scares me how much I mean it.
I make jokes about myanxiety.
Jokes about my drinking.
The friend who doesnt give a fuck.
It would turn me into someone new, someone I dont want to become.
The friend who is secretly crying out for help.
The friend who everyone feels bad for.
The friend who everyone tiptoes around to keep from breaking.
I have to laugh about everything that happens to me, because what is the alternative?
I have spent enough nights crying in my bed.
I have spent enough nights whining about howitisnt fair.
None of that helps.
Because I expect it.
Becauseof coursethat would happen to me.
Because my life has turned into one big joke.
