People say the ones who look cheerful and who seem to be crazy and fun loving are the ones who carries some kind of burden or hatred in his or her own heart. For me, this is one saying that is absolutely true. Why, you ask? Well, because I am one of those people.
I get by, every now and then, I act as if I am problem free and that I am one of the luckiest, richest and most blessed person in the world. My friends envy me, and I kind of like that. I love how they’re jealous of my situation, how I can rub it in their face that I am better than them. I have my reasons though, they’re not those kinds of friends who will always be there for you, who would pat your back when you’re sad or help you whenever you need it. I see them as "friends for a season" and "friends for a reason". A season because they’re only there for you because you’re popular at the moment and a reason because they benefit from you, either from popularity, financially, academically and all that shit.
It’s quite fun, really, to be all that, to be PERFECT. Too bad though, all of it: my popularity, my fortune, my care free attitude, every single one of it, is a lie. I used to do it to fit in, now I do it because I’m used to it and I think even I don’t know what’s true anymore.
I’m lost. I’m tired. I’m alone. All this time, I was alone until one day… everything was changed by this one person. My eyes were opened and the truth is yet to be revealed. A lot of people might turn this against me but I don’t care. I’ll be fine as long as he stays with me, I don’t know for how long that is going to be but until then, I know, I’m happy.