Smile. Your parents are watching. You don't want to screw it up, do you? Smile. It's photo day. You have to look perfect, don't you? Smile. The reporters are filming. You have to put on a show, don't you? Smile. Your friends are laughing. You don't want to seem depressed, do you? Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile.

It was all you ever did.

While it was easy to recognise that your habits and circus of facades were far from healthy, it was almost impossible to stop after years and years of putting up each carefully ornate and intricately detailed mask. It worked though, didn't it? You hadn't disappointed your parents again, you'd gotten into the hero course at the prestigious UA, you had perfect grades and were exceeding all expectations. So why should you stop?

Because it was killing you? No. Never.