Some old wounds never
truly heal and bleed again
At the slightest word.
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Life isn’t built for happiness—it’s not the default setting. Anxiety and emptiness are the constants. Everything else is just noise, illusions we create to survive.
She learned that a long time ago. Happiness? That’s a trick, a skill, like tying your shoes or faking a laugh.
She trained herself to smile on command, tilt her head just right, and spark joy in her eyes when her heart felt like a black hole. It’s easy, really.
You can convince your brain of anything if you try hard enough. And if you can trick yourself, you can fool anyone.
That’s the beauty of emotions. They’re not real—just reflections bouncing back from one person to another. So she became a mirror. You’d be amazed how easy
