Tired of it all. Living day by day. Faking smile after smile. One friend I thought I had is gone now. Nobody gets it. Nobody understands. Nobody helps.
Sick of pills, of faking smiles. Of seeing people and pretending to be something that I’m not, pretending to be someone that I’m not. It’s tiresome. I thought that by now I would get used to it and that it would just be second nature. “Fake it till you make it” sorta deal. I was wrong.
One day it’ll end. One day it’ll all be over. One day I won’t be to pretend. One day I won’t have to fake a smile.
Because one day I’ll end it all myself.
You can’t love someone’s mental illness away.
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