She shouted from her car.
"I'm glad to have you back!"

I smiled .

But deep down, I'm quite uncomfortable with the comment.

The last time she saw me, I was quite a mess.
And during my difficult period, each time I make jokes and being witty - friends who knew me well enough always say this.
"Glad that you're back." "Good to see you're yourself again."

One huge question remains.
So, the happy ME is the real me?
the Unhappy ME isn't me?

I think... enough about ME.
*Deep inhale*
just LIVE....