Actually, I’m angry but I hide it behind a smile and good humor.

Actually, I have an opinion that’s hard for me to see through all the fear.

Actually, I tell myself that it’s not worth feeling hurt, but that really doesn’t make it go away, now, does it?

Actually, I do have something to say: I didn’t get dressed up nice just for myself.

Actually, I don’t really sleep well at night; I’m stuck with subconscious shit and I don’t even know where to start to resolve it.

Actually, there’s a complaint box in my heart that never gets checked.

Actually, I don’t care.

Actually, no, I may care too much.

Actually, no, never mind; I’m tired and starting to sober up.