The voices in my head… bunch of asses…
Yeah so me on outside: hey yeah I’m good thanks. Smile smile nod.
Me on inside: hey yeah whoa shit what? Huh yeah no I’m not ok. Freak out, panic, heart beating too fast. ….
When will it stop? The not being ok bit. I’ve done the ok outside thing for so long that I don’t even know how well I do it. It shocks me when people think I’m actually ok cause that’s what they see. I guess you do become good at acting/faking if you do it long enough. …..
Na-na na-na, na-na, na-na… bat-pug.