I'm not faking my happiness. Life is too short to be upset about stuff you can't control. I know what it's like to be close to making a decision that you can't take back and that decision was almost killing myself. When I sit and think of how close I was to ending it all and then I think about how far I've come, I've learned life is way too short to be misreable even though **** is going down. Nothing good comes from being upset so why be upset? Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm not hurting but I'm not allowing my pain to get the best of me and keep me from moving forward. It's not being fake or living in a fantasy world. It's called being a grown up, being strong and doing the only thing you can do and that's moving forward.