Brittainy C. Cherry

“I’m not as happy as I pretend to be.”“Why are you pretending?” I questioned. He lowered his head, staring at his shoes. “Because pretending to be happy is almost like being happy. Until you remember that you’re only pretending. Then you’re sad. Really sad. Because wearing a mask every day of your life is the hardest thing to do. And after a while, you get a little scared because the mask becomes you.”