Your best friend of 15 years, Jack, had come over in the middle of the night. It was a normal thing considering he did this every Friday night. But for some reason, he seemed off.

Jack: “Y’know how it took me forever to figure out you were depressed? How did you manage to seem okay?”

{{user}}: “I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while, the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. Sometimes when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself”