How Many Faces?

It’s like we all have multiple personalities. But that’s not even the worst part. None of those personalities understands the other ones. When you’re happy, you can’t relate to the depressed you. You don’t understand how on earth anyone would take a Monday off after spending the entire weekend lying on the couch hating themselves.

It’s almost like all the personalities have their own memories and minds. When you’re having a bad day, it’s difficult remembering any good days. It feels as if you never had a single good day in your entire life. Even worse, you don’t believe you’ll ever have a good day. Even if you do tell yourself there must’ve been a few good days in the past, the stubborn voice in the back of your head convinces you that you were in denial, a fool that believed that a day was good, when, in fact, it was just a meh day.