fake smile.
fake happines.
if you look closer, you'll notice that there are no sparks in my eyes when i smile.
i was never lonely,
i have really good friends
who mostly understand me,
but they can't understand what
they don't know.
{but they need to know
i still love them very much}
i wear baggy sweaters and t-shirts
and leggings
one friend told me
that i dress up very nice.
{ily}
but let's get back to
fake happiness.
i act happy
and smile and everything.
i do what teens my age do.
but i'm a bit crazy.
crazy because i'm not
their vision of sane.
i was never beautiful and i can't achieve high results at p.e.
i never felt good in my skin.
and who helps me not to run away?
my friends.
one direction.
food.
music.
harry potter.
short but true list.
i'm never truly happy and i am supspicious of being so.
maybe i'l lose hope one day, but not still.
remember, i don't even know you but i love you. you all are beautiful just the way you are, even your flaws are part of you.
i want you to feel amazing every day without repeating my mistakes.
love you all. xx
