I find myself doing it again, hiding how I feel behind the mask I put on for show. Everytime things seem to get better something sweeps my legs out from under me again. I know that things could be much worse and I have an awful lot to feel thankful for but right now I’m wallowing. I’ll come out of it again and I’ll feel… something. Talking won’t help and being alone is no good either so I guess I’ll keep wearing the mask until I have no more need of it.

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