I’m holding my head in my hands while trying to work. I can pretend I have a headache. I can fake that.
I’m close to weeping at my desk. I can pretend my allergies are bothering me. I can fake that.
I go home and want to crawl in bed and just be alone. I can pretend I have a migraine. I can fake that.
I am tempted to put my real feelings on Fakebook, but instead I make a witty observation or post a funny picture. I can pretend to be my old self. I can fake that.
I don’t want to live being hopelessly depressed all the time. I wish I would suddenly just cease to live.
I don’t know how to fake that.