I just got out, everything is normal yet I don’t feel happy I should be but I fear that if I open up I’ll fall back in the hole of self doubt. For if I were to tell you how I felt you would push me away, what do I have to fear? What more could I lose? I pretended to be someone I’m not, what does that say about me? For is everything I know a lie? I’m scared, I admit it, I’m not scared of dying I am scared of life. The people I know are all so perfect with their pretty smiles plastered on their faces. Are they lying too? Maybe I have been deceived and other aren’t as happy as they seem.
