I’ve now decided that I’m putting on a mask, its on. You will now never see the inside of me. Good bye to my true emotions and hello to the fake, somewhat happy me. None of you need to see this side of me so I’m going to act like a happy babe, care free and drunk on life. Then hopefully you will all just believe that, that’s what I’m feeling. None of you need to be burdened with me. So if I act like this then no one will think twice. You will all be fouled.
Because as long as I seem happy no one actually cares, they don’t. Its simple and I like it that way. A mask of happiness, a mask of content, A mask with a smile painted on.
Bye me hello happy.
Oh wow lovely.
In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it, and the fact that you’re putting yourself through pain means you are doing what you, by all rights, ought to do. You’re doing something right. Your ability to withstand pain is your claim to fame. It is ascetic, holy. It is self-control.
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