Hi everyone! This is a story I wrote yesterday (may or may not be the perfect fit for Valentine’s day!🙄😂🤔although one of the things it is about is love. Love that overpowers the pain). I don’t mean for it to upset anyone as it’s from my imagination and hopefully if anything it holds a profound message.
The happiest people have the biggest downers. At least that’s what I think when I look at Laura. Laura was known as the happy crazy one of the group who could make you laugh in a matter of seconds. She is still relied upon to bring joy and laughter wherever she goes and she doesn’t want to disappoint. So she fakes it. Fakes a smile when she doesn’t know what to do with herself. When she would rather be doing anything but. This makes it worse because then she is able to gauge the difference between happyness and how she is really feeling. How she shouldn’t be feeling. She shouldn’t have to let things get worse because those around expect to see a part of her. A part she doesn’t feel exists anymore. Suppose it’s peer pressure. It’s a never-ending shapeshifter throughout life. Makes her do things that aren’t in her best interests. I hate to see her like this, vulnerable to the small things that now manage to make the big things worse. Is there even a big thing? Does there have to be? It eats at who she really is..Or was. The feeling is alien when it is no longer active.
Don’t tell yourself it is okay to feel this way. Even if you no longer know what okay is. “Things can only get better” doesn’t make you smile, but know that it’s true and I am here for you. You are stronger for every second you live through this hell and for that I love you.
Thank you for reading! 😉💗