The mask slipped today and I didn't care. What the fucking hell is wrong with me?? It took everybody just one glance to notice that "something's wrong." Yes, thank you, it is just a fellow human being losing hope and faith and falling through empty space, not even thinking that she would be caught by anybody.
It is funny how, after a month of forced happiness, a sad news can
slap kick you in the face... make you see in real colours again. Or lack, thereof.
I was feeling
fine, actually starting to believe in something again, getting my hopes high that I will be truly happy some day soon. And then life just has to be a bitch again... and you get the news that someone, who is a strong inspiration in your life, has had breast cancer for the past year or so, and it is quite dubious if they can even do anything about it.
So don't ask me "What's happened?"
Life has happened. It just has to crush you like this. I swear it is not worth it, the energy, the time, to struggle to be happy. If sooner or later you get a smack in your face, what's the point, truly?
I am not going to fake a smile again, I shall not pretend again. I will not act to be someone I ceased to be ages ago. I shall resume to fade away slowly, like I did in the past 18 months. Should something intervene and revive me, fine. But I am done battling. ...And I am not sorry.