Mask

Everyone wears a mask. No matter if its to hide tears or pain, or sometimes even happiness.

I find myself getting sick of wearing a mask. It takes a lot of energy to put one on and not so much for it to come right back off. A lot has happened in the past two months and it seems that all the happy moments are surrounded by 5 or 6 unhappy or annoying moments. I honestly can't remember the last time I was genuinely happy, besides the day my boyfriend asked me to marry him, and even that is surrounded by unhappy moments from the past 2 months.

I feel myself wanting to turn to alcohol or smoking, even though I don't smoke nor do I drink. Just wish this pain and constant suspicion would go away and leave me alone. Maybe I'm even wearing a mask when my face is void of all emotions, I don't know.