Day 50 2_19_12

Incognito

Sometimes it's tough to know what is is going on, on the inside when the outside looks normal.
Just because I smile and laugh it doesn't mean that is my reality. It is what I want you to think my reality is.
How many people do you encounter each day that seem perfectly fine? How many times have you pretended to others that you have it together when in actuality everything around you is falling apart?

Venetia