My name is Anastasia, I'm a girl born to a Russian family in the states. My life is normal. Two sisters, one brother, a mom, and a dad.

I smile a lot, and people always think I'm happy. My friends especially think I'm always happy. They tell me all their problems and how they feel and such. They tell me their self diagnoses, their family issues, personal issues and conflicts, and so forth.

I have this wrap I wear around my left arm a lot, I tell people I hurt my wrist a lot too. They always believe me because I do a lot of risky things that always get me hurt.

I take long showers, and I say to my family that I just want to be very clean. They think I just like the feel of the hot water, but they dont mind.

My mom says im too serious and I should be less grumpy sometimes, I say okay and try to do better to not look upset.

Have you noticed I only told you what I make people thing? Have you noticed I never said I was actually happy? Now you see it's all just a mask that other people love, and that's okay, because no one else but you and I know.

I'm not happy, I'm not, but people think I am, and, at the end of the day, that's what matters.

Right?