During the day I always just
seem so happy. Smiling, laughing, my friends and others don't have a worry in the world for me. If they only looked closely through my eyes
they'll see that they are a bit glazed, as if I'm about about to cry. If they only looked closer they'd probably notice that my smile was plastered on my face trying its hardest not to fall. If only people could see me on the inside, where my heart
is shattering and my soul is dimming. No, oh no that is not me I'm just a happy little girl with a smile on my face. How could anyone be this unhappy, with her life, with her body, with herself.
