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Easier to create a character.
This must’ve been the thought process behind Harley Quinn.
creating a fake that others love more than you to the point where in order to get back what is yours you need to kill the fake by killing yourself as well … understandable
Acting like this everytime i get out from home.
What’s the bottom line of the headline supposed to say? “…mate draws…”? What are the letters that the speech boxes obscure?
I pretended to be happy all through my preteen and teenage years. Depression is the worst.
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile
Still stays on
Goodness does this hit home. Act happy so you don’t bother anyone else and you can function. However, the energy of putting on a mask is so much, that eventually it depletes you completely.
As a medic’ said to me as I was finally prescibed med’s that worked to reduce my cycling (in my 50’s!), you’ve been acting since you were a child and it’s still going to take a while before you’ll be really convinced that you no longer need to do so.
(I’m still not sure that I’m myself while I’m taking these drugs but it’s a damned sight more comfortable (and for those around me too) and well, who else could I be?)
I feel like I should win a feaking Oscar after all the decades of believable acting I’ve done.