I wish life could always be as simple as being silly with my dog. But as I get older, life only seems to get more and more complicated. I’ve been told that I have a perfect life, and while I’m thankful for all the good things I have in life, that is far from true.
People might be under that impression because I tend to put on my happy façade for even those I’m closest to. I put in so much time caring for others that I forget to let others care for me. Only recently have I started to let more of my emotions show, and while I’m still joyful a lot, I don’t feel as ashamed to be sad or angry or frustrated anymore.
Emily
