Pretending

Hey, I'm trying to blog more often now. I guess. So I'm gonna get on with my blabbing. I really don't get what I do it for. Pretend. Well, I do, sometimes. You see, whenever something bad happens at home, (it's usually no big deal) and we go out to see our friends or cousins or school or whatever. I just put on this act. Sort of. I smile and pretend nothing is wrong, continuing with that cheerful, bouncy person I usually am. No one ever guesses the slightest bit. You see, that's why people think I have an oh-so perfectly happy life. Which I do. But everyone has their problems. That's also why Flo, and Mavis too, once told Tess and I that we get along so well. Everyone thinks we never fight, when we do fight, it's never big ones. But the thing is, we do! Even in front of everyone else. People just don't see it. Or, well, we're good at hiding it. But when I'm angry with Tess, she knows. Same when she's mad at me. Even when I'm really, somehow, I smile in the end. It looks real. I think. So, you see, our family gets into like a fight or something, there's like a big tension. And then, we go out, and see people, with big smiles. I would just keep pretending, until it becomes sort of real and I'm not mad anymore? Something like that. You probably won't understand, but oh well. It all turns out okay in the end and that's all that matters, right? Tommy