I sleep


But I rarely dream.


I have a low-to-nonexistent appetite.


I make jokes 


With family or friends to take my mind off being alone.


I smile


Every smile conceals a lone woman struggling to maintain a genuine grin.


I cry


Not due to my weakness. However, I'm making an effort to dry my tears with my heart.



I grin.


Genuine, although not always.


I jeer


I am unable to start a conversation, despite my desperate need for one.



I read


I...