I feel like I am faking my entire life. Like one day I'll wake up and go run around naked screaming made up words while painting neighbours houses rainbow colours and trying to catch imaginary animals or something. I feel like I am completely insane and completely normal all at the same time.

Even in my darkest depression times I feel like a faker because I'll go from thinking about suicide to being like "hmm, I need new nail polish" or like "hmm, that skirt would look great with those shoes."