le sigh.

I know what I’m suppose to do, I know what’s right and what’s wrong. I keep denying that I’m not sad — everyday I put on a fake laughter and smile. I keep denying that I’m not sad because I cannot be sad. How can I be happy when I know what’s really going on? Deep inside, I feel completely alone and forgotten. But everyday, I really tried to feel happy and go with the damn flow. I act as if everything is alright when it’s not. I keep everything shut so there won’t be any arguments. 

This isn’t one of those overreacting shit.

I truly feel like this. Everyday. 

How can some days feel so sweet when I’m with him,
but some days feel bitter when he’s not here?