Faking To Be Happy Quotes Novels & Stories

The one for my other job. The club didn’t care if you were tired, or broke, or if your mother was dying. It only cared if you smiled and looked like you wanted to be there. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, stared at my reflection for a moment, and sighed. “Fake it till you make it,” I muttered. I grabbed my phone and dialed Joan, my neighbor from across the hall. She answered on the second ring, voice already groggy. “Hey, it’s me,” I said. “Can you come stay with my mom tonight? Just in case she needs anything.”

I wish I could kiss him but I can’t so I will just live with the idea. “It’s not funny! I am being for real and I don’t like how you are not taking me seriously!” He let out angrily. “Be careful, you don’t want to hurt your face even more.” I said with fake concern. “I am going to kill that bastard!” I laughed at him “Don’t you see how you already look? Do you want it to be worse?” I asked him with another fake concern. “Stop mocking me, Eve! I am your only hope at happiness.”

He was so stupefied that I released a short laugh and continued. "When the trees shed their leaves, you put one in a pocket and think about what it brings? True happiness." My soft singing voice must have done it for him because he tried to keep his eyes wide awake but boy, did he fail. "The world might be dark, But be the one to light it up. So my word of wisdom is... Just stay, Just stay, you have a beautiful smile, Just stay, you have a beautiful smile, Just stay, your dimples show,

That all this happiness I'm feeling is temporary. ******************************************

Yeah, that was probably it - just a little blip, nothing to freak out over. I forced myself to shake off those depressing thoughts as I stared at my worn-out reflection in the mirror. It looked like no one gave a shit about my suffering, like I was just teetering on the edge of giving up hope and my anguish was becoming unbearable. I splashed some cold water on my face and made an effort to put on a smile, but it just looked fake and out of place, not belonging to me at all. "For the love of god, smile for real," I muttered to myself sternly. "Try to look happy, dammit. You've got this, Lav - don't give Karl any reason to be suspicious. Fake that happiness again if you have to."

"I know, I just can't." "How long will you hide in that facade?" She slowly turned to him with reddish nose. "Probably forever." "Remove that facade and move on for real, unveil all of them and accept it no matter how hard it is." A weak smile escape from her lips as she turned to the fountain again. "I am ugly behind this facade, I'm happy now." "Fake happiness, never last long. Remove that facade or faith will smash it for you. You are not ugly, you are precious, you know that."

“I put you under a lot of stress, didn’t I?” “Yes, you did.” “I am sorry, my flower. I just couldn’t wait. And now, I am feeling something I think they call happiness. Perhaps, I'm the happiest man on earth.” “I always thought that statement was cheesy, but hearing it makes me smile. How nice would it be to hear that every morning?” “It doesn’t sound like something I would say every day.” Inwardly, I added, ‘I'll show you that you really do make me feel these strange, exciting things.’

Why saying it is that much hard, "Seeing you both happy would make me happy as well." She smiles too, "Yeah, you are such a great friend." She says and I try to find the underlying mockery in her tone as she inches closer and tiptoes to reach my face, "I am so lucky to have you." She says as she kisses my cheek ever so sweetly. Ever so fake.

She look at me and smiled. "Oh Jonathan, being happy is a choice not mandated. If you want to be happy set your goals but if you want to be miserable like hell then that's your choice. I just choose to be happy today and served my husband!" She elaborated. I look at her not satisfied with her response.

He looked me in the eye and shook his head. "Nothing. Go to sleep, why are you still awake? I told you to take care of yourself.. Why aren't you listening?" he asked again annoyed. I sighed. "I'm not sleepy.. I'm thinking about something." I said. "What again?" he said in a flat voice. "I read some quotes on g****e. And I think that suits you?" I promise. He nodded. "Then, share it with me." he said and I immediately followed. "Are all Singles sad? Why are all taken happy?