I’m fake.  I’m not real anymore.  My emotions, my smiles, my dreams…all feel useless.  This girl everyone sees is totally fake. This mask I wear is shallow and empty.  I paint my nails every night to keep myself from injuring.  Shallow? Probably. But a crutch to keep me clean is all I have lately.  All these material possessions don’t help at all. Idk.  I’m going to finish my nails. Pretend I’m ok and put that empty smile back on