It just feels bad to pretend. To pretend things are ok, even if they're not, but you convince yourself that it's either you pretend or you let things mess up just so you would free yourself from all the unsaid and unexpressed whatever.
And I don't know until when. Or have I been to lose lately to entertain these thoughts? Is it just me or is it something else?
a journey into life's voyage, where each moment counts; victory, defeat, pleasure, sorrow, "LIFE is EVERYTHING!"
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