So for the past few days, I'm starting to enjoy the life that I have and frankly, I'm very much thankful that I've finally opened my eyes to reality. I never felt this good about anything or anyone before and yes that includes myself. I always thought that my life would always revolves around "pretending". Fine, I'm such a pretender. I pretend that I'm happy. I pretend that I have everything I want. I pretend to be satisfied. I pretend that I'm not in pain. I pretend that I'm not affected on certain things that really matters to me. Do you guys discern how much fond I am of being a pretender that it becomes a habit.
Sorry for the short post guys! and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Kisses,
TheAmiableallielehyxxx
