I say true things. I lie. I pretend that something is missing and I get called out on it because I have a lot of things, even some I do not need. I lack emotion and depth but it’s okay because I have a pretty enough face and full lips, though no one has ever tried to kiss them. I lack intelligence and a strong moral compass but it’s okay because my legs are thin and I wear the color black pretty well and when I speak out loud my voice doesn’t tremble as much as it used to so that must mean I’m confident. I lack a true will to live but it’s okay because I smile more and I have more friends so that must mean I’m happy again, if I was happy ever. I say true things. I lie. I pretend that nothing is missing and everyone nods their head because I am a decent actress and I can make people believe I am happy enough that they don’t have to be worried. That they don’t have to be uncomfortable.