si Grade 5 sa Ateneo de Naga University

It sometimes freaks me out how I can effortlessly say I feel fine when my whole world is collapsing, how I smoothly cover up any traces of tears or blood, how I can smile when I'm wallowing in disappointment, how my moves are still steady even if my insides are starting a revolution, how I can carry on when I know the inner Trina is already catatonic.

It especially freaks me out that I have been doing this for more than half of my life, and that by now, it is almost second nature to me, like it or not. And even if I've been trying to change this for the past few years, when something bad happens, I revert to pretending.

What's worse? I don't think anyone knows I'm pretending.

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