No one had any idea what was wrong with me. I seemed to have everything handed to me and never once saw a day of dismay. My attitude towards life was always positive, and extroversion was something that came natural to me. Everyone around me would allow the things of the dark world we live in to consume them. The only hard part was hiding what had consumed me too.

My life consisted of me diverting everyone's attention to the soft, bright, happy parts of me. They would soon see just that and leave the dark parts out of the equation. Some days I would slip and go from a bright warm yellow glow, to a not so bright olive green kind of color. Both equally as pretty, but here was something sickening about the second.

Though the color change was slight, I felt as though I needed to hide it just in case someone would notice that I had allowed anything but positivity in my life.

The only thing I had ever done was give advice and be the living example of that advice, but behind closed doors I was just about as broken as the rest of the people I knew.

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