I am sad. I am so sad. I am tired. I am so tired. I’m so depressed right now. I’m tired of acting so happy and bubbly on the outside and acting as if I’m happy. It’s like when I put on a smile, my face wants to go back to a frown 10 times more then if I was just wearing a straight face. It’s so sad,because if I ever try to bring it up with anyone, they shrug it off as a joke. And if they ever do see that I have a problem, I always shy away from them because I’m scared. I’m such a stupid dumb moron. I wish that I was not like this. And that I could just be as happy as I acted, but I can’t. I don’t know what and why , but I’m in a state of constant depression. Sometimes, I feel like I’m going crazy, like I am mentally ill or something. I feel like I and living in a different way then everyone else. Like I sense stuff different. Like I have different emotions, and I just use the words given to me to describe them. Like happiness is a break from pain, and depression is despair. I just want to be happy. I just wish that someone would talk to me about it. But I’m to fake to let them help me. I’m so fake . I’m the fakest person ever. Everything about me is fake. In fact, I take pride in being fake. What is wrong with me. I trick people and bamboozle people for a living. I think it’s fun. They think it’s ruining. I wish, I wish wish wish that I wasn’t like this. I wish I was truthful. I wish that people knew me. But I wish that people accepted me, and didn’t only like me for a handful of fake features. I wish that my fakeness wasn’t with everyone. I’m so depressed. I’m to tired bye.