AMICABLE NEW YEAR? I never have it. All day and the following days after that afternoon with Liam on the Nowhither turns depressing, not exciting. It is the first time I feel myself not being myself, although my family is complete under our house’ roof, and they are showing their happy smiles. I put them on too, but I cannot hold it forever as it is fake. Unreal – forced to wear them on my face, only for my family to see nothing wrong from me. Or to have no clue that an unfriendly news awaits them anytime this week.
Over showing my problematic and weary self will be prominent for them to sense a massive unwelcome situation going on me. So I have to act as if my spirit, welcoming this should-be-happy new year, is with them, and I hated it. It is a part of a lie. Yet
