I’ve lost count of the days. I’ve lost count of time, but I know it’s been a while. More than a week, more than a few. Maybe it’s been a month, maybe two, maybe three.
All I know is I’ve forgotten how to feel. I’ve forgotten how to cry and how to endure pain. I’ve pushed my feelings and my issues so deep down that they’ve been buried under layers and layers of fake smiles, fake laughs, fake happiness.
Or half-ass happiness. No one knows. No one sees it. I haven’t mentioned it to anyone, and I’m sure no one suspects it. Maybe they see that I’m a little distant or a little cold, but I justify it with the same excuses — I’m busy.
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