He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.
I'm always happy," Sasha said. "Sometimes I just forget.
I can be fine and not smile.
I may have looked happy but inside I was hopelessly depressed.
I was deeply unhappy, but I didn't know it because I was so happy all the time.
I always believed that I had to pretend to be happy. But what I've learned is that it doesn't matter what race or class or demographic you come from. I truly believe that sadness is relative.
I am not always happy. I am happy in front of the press. I can be extremely grumpy, ask my husband.
To what purpose is it to be artificially happy on the surface?
