Before my breakdown. Now, my life is more miserable, but it’s honest.
That’s precisely how I feel.
I faked my way through a lot of years. I was dying inside. I’m much better off now that I’m honest even though that means I feel more vulnerable.
I don’t have to think I’m G. anymore. I can be needy.
I think I faked everything. This after being involuntary hospitalised 13 times since 2010. They say you can’t fake while being sectioned as they’ll pick up on it but I believe I faked everything. Its apart of the illness.
People fake ■■■■.
It’s what they do
Life is too boring walking around with ‘resting ■■■■■ face’ on all day