I Have Pretended To Be Mentally นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I leaned closer to the mirror with a smile, “No wonder Ethan wants to die for me.” I grabbed my brush and started brushing slowly like a prince in some royal drama. I even did that stupid thing where you raise your eyebrow and pretend you’re too cool to speak. I kept brushing… and brushing… and acting like the world’s most unserious fine boy. Then suddenly I froze because the realization that I was doing something abnormal hit me like a frying pan. I inhaled sharply, dropped my hand, straightened my face immediately and pretended like nothing happened and kept silent. Then I whispered to myself:

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

My mind was spinning, throwing reason after reason at me to back out. “This is insane,” I muttered. “Completely insane.” I rubbed my face with both hands, groaning again. “I can’t believe we’re even talking about this. This is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. Me? Pretend to be you? In front of a high class people who’d love to see you crumble? It’s suicide.” “You can do it,” she said, her voice steady now, conviction shining in her eyes. “You’re stronger than you think. You always have been.”

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

Or did he? "How many times do I have to tell you to behave yourself. Not everyone you see is me. I know you have difficulty recalling certain memories, but she doesn't even look like me. Did you take your medicine this morning?" she asked as she pretended to be cross with Warren. Warren realized what she was trying to do. She wanted to get Warren out of that situation by pretending Warren was mentally unstable. It was an embarrassing moment for Warren, but anything would have to do if it meant it would get Warren away from what he did.

It made me feel happy, it made me feel like his body was rubbed with mine and I could feel his touch. Sometimes, I laughed at myself whenever I realized what the hell I was doing. Was I having some mental issues? People say an individual goes mad in love sometimes. Was that happening with me? My subconscious screamed at me every time, "mentally unstable people don't exactly know they are exactly what" Sort of! I was making myself happy. That didn't mean I got crazy. I was wondering how he would comment if he was here. "Baby, you look fucking sexy in my shirt", I thickened my voice and pretended like him, and just laughed out.

Even the sight of Eva made her screamed in excitement once so I didn’t question her well-being. I lied back on my back, putting away the phone and stared at the ceiling for a while. In the back of my mind, I was still thinking about those pictures but I pretended not to think. I read somewhere, when you pretend that something doesn’t exist, it doesn’t bother you. Though it was a failed and pathetic philosophy because it clearly didn’t work. I was still very much thinking about it. I really need to be less scared of it and do something about it.

“When did I play games? I was just trying to help but since you don't want to, I could only cry for the damage. I have thought that by helping you out like this I can be guilt-free but it seems like I can only drown myself in the pool of guilt now. Because of me, you have incurred such a big loss. Only if I had money to pay the cost of the damage off.” She said as she faked a cry, turning her back to the men. Lesson 1: At places like this, faking your true personality was the most healthy habit to follow. Fake it until you make it! How can she forget the lessons she has learnt just a few days back? Won't that be cruel to the crazy person who has made efforts to make her learn everything?

"Is this the you that has been hidden? You're so... different. This whole thing is so different to what we are. I just— I don't know." "I'm me with you, the best I can be." I tell him after a few seconds, I don't know why I can't keep the words inside me, I just want him to know... "Normally, I'd always have to pretend, pretend to be another person, pretend that I care, pretend I'm having a good time, pretend all day long except when I'm with my friends and Ben and now... Well, I don't feel the need to pretend with you. I don't— I sometimes get confused, you know? Sometimes I don't know if I like this life because I've convinced myself to like it or if I actually enjoy the life I'm living. I