Have you ever been surrounded by people, yet you still feel alone?
Cause I am.
I'm scared. The universe is getting bigger and it gets more lonely.
Pretending so hard that you're fine and then when no one sees, you broke down in tears. That's what I always do.
Indeed, fake happiness is still the worst sadness.
Small, dark room became my favorite place. I hate going out. I hate interacting with people.
Humans are the most fake thing on earth.
And yes I am human. I am fake. I pretend.
And I know some of them are pretending as well.
Pretending every single day that everything's fine when they are really hurting.
Walls became my best friends too. I always lean on them when I break down.
They always hear the sound of that person, her cry, her loneliness, *the person who's alive but not living.