Abby is confused about her feelings.
Am i really happy?
Sometimes, someone needs to lie. Sometimes you have to pretend that you’re something you are not. Sometimes you have to fake feelings.
But, as the time passes by of me having fake smiles on my lips, it seems that fake turns out to be real, so there’s this huge question mark embedded on my brain: Am I really happy?
oh no i am not. you’re pulling the trigger. yes, he’s there, and we’re partly close, but that’s not it. my heart beeps something, not to be arrogant..but there is still something.. for God only knows.
i’am not sad, either. i’am not just contented. so what is? is that able to answer my question? Am I really happy?
i’am still confused. and guilty, too. i just dont know the correct side. Am I really happy? I wish i am. so i won’t be lying to anyone no more. and to myself, too. because it’s bad..and it’s a sin. and i wish not to commit anymore. gaah!
