I was sad. But then I stalked my own feed on instagram and read my older post on blog. And I feel like, how could I be so full of darkness when I usually look so colorful. So I paused for a moment and I realized that I'm actually that kind of person who wants other people to look at me as a happy kid. No matter how sad or angry I am inside. Because I believe happiness spreads. And some people might call me fake. But as long as my falsity can bring joy or happiness to other people, I'm okay with that.