My deepest feeling

[Trigger Warning]

I am strong and gay, and everyone knows that. They are aware of the high levels of happy hormones I have. I enjoy spreading my optimism to depressed people. They are also aware of my talent for inspiring others. And I'm happy to provide my hands in times of need.

In addition, the only thing my friends and family can see is the yellow wall I constructed with a graffiti of my phony grins. With this wall, I can keep my long-hidden, sinister secrets safe from their prying eyes.

That is the main cause of why no one is aware of how unhappy my life is, which makes it unlikely that anyone is concerned about me or, worse case scenario, wonders how I'm doing.

I want to criticize myself for pulling off the whole act without even displaying a sliver of vulnerability—a hint at how trashy I really am and how desperately I need .

I informed my people of the powerful storm I am presently facing, but strangely enough, no one seemed to believe me. They said I was kidding. Jesus, please pardon me, but I was unable to take their vile giggling any longer. I'd like to die because...

They. Didn't. Take. My. Downfalls. Seriously.

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