I don’t go around with a sad, melancholic expression and my head bowed down from the world. I don’t walk around with tears in my eyes, narrating depressing but true sentences to myself.

I have all these dark, gloomy thoughts and revelations in my head, but that’s exactly where they are and where they stay (not including a few obscure pages on the internet of course).

I have all these thoughts, but just like everyone else, I walk around with a smile, I laugh, I joke (albeit badly), and I go about my life like nothing is wrong. Which makes me think all of a sudden, what goes on behind all the happy faces I see everyday?

I must have come across as weird today because I doubted everyone’s smiles and laughter. I looked piercingly at anyone who smiled at me, and I tried to decipher anyone who laughed, whether they meant it. Smiles and laughter are manifestations of happiness, aren’t they?