mask
I am not who you really think I am.
When you first met me, I’m that annoying, over bubbly, over friendly face. People often question that side of me all the time.
They always ask ,”is she always like this?” The answer to that question is yes, I’m like that all the time. But I have a confession to make.
A secret. That is not who I really am. It’s almost too easy.
People are easy to manipulate. They tend to believe what they see.
I’ve been put through peoples bullshit so many times. It’s to the point where I’ve become numb. I don’t emotionally feel anything anymore. So its easy for me to put on that mask. I’ve gotten used to it. Too used to it.
I am bubbly. I’m friendly. I care. I ask personal questions about your life. I don’t judge, I try to stay modest. But to be honest, I annoy myself with this fake personally. I honestly don’t give two shits about your husband leaving you. In all honesty I really think that you’re a dumb insecure bitch. I don’t care. I’m a normal selfish human being.
But I do this because I have too.
This is my secret.
