DEPRESSED

A smile like armour - stretched from ear to ear, as if everything is under control. But inside, there's been an eternal stand-up comedy show going on for a long time, where every joke is a lifeline. It seems beautiful and neat, and the likes on the photos don't keep you waiting, but under this glitter lives a weariness that quietly whispers: "If you don't laugh, you'll cry again." That's how life goes - on the edge between hysteria and irony. Morning makeup is like a ritual of readiness; leaving the house is already a feat. I want to be brave, but even my own shadow scares me. The world is bright and sunny, but inside, there's still a storm with thunder. It's just a choice not to cry - to joke. Although sometimes the difference between them is almost indistinguishable.