Bitter Truth Covered by Sweet Lies

Let me ask you,
How many times you sob silently in the middle of night?
How many times you give your best fake smile to your friends?
How many times you tell the world you're fine?
How many times you pretend everything will be fine?
And now, are you okay?
I called my friend last night. I need some stupid talk just before finally I fell asleep. We talked about many things, about my life currently about hers too. And I told to her about my current anxiety and she asked me "are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" I asked to myself. 
The answer hang in my tongue, "Surely I'm fine."
But deep inside I know, I'm not that fine even if I try hard to spell over and over again that I'm perfectly fine.
Several days ago, I got a question from ask.fm "what is better: bitter truth or sweet lies?". For me, this is a kind of bitter truth covered by sweet lies.

White lace top (inner): N.y.L.a
Flowery dress: Forever 21
Shoes: Vince Camuto
Bag: Vintage
Choker: DIY


  1. i hope you get to that pint of feeling fine. such a deep and beautiful post. very poetic.


  2. That dress is beautiful, so nice 😊