I'm sorry for not being honest.
I'm sorry for having to lie about how I feel,
every.
damn.
time.
I don't know when it was that I decided to just cut the crap and paste on a smile all the time. But little by little, it started to feel right. Little by little, I got used to having a smile on my face, a spring in my step, a laugh in every conversation--it felt good.
Now,
now it feels wrong.
I'll get through this, this will pass. I'm just having a rough patch right now, that's all.
I'll make it.
And the things that bring me down so easily will no longer make me lose my balance.
Dubby.
