Random emo shit

Short story

She smiled constantly.
Always happy and always laughing.
She never had to face the horrors of the horrendous destructive beings that demolish the world in which they inhabit. She wasn't part of that world.
She never knew it existed.
Until that month, events occurred and she had thin skin, she didn't have years of horrible experiences to make her stronger. She would no longer smile as much.
Her happiness was now forced, forced so no one knew of the true demons that lay inside her.
Tearing her apart from the inside, hollowing her out. How could she go from being that beautiful, happy girl, who would dance in front of the mirror and be comfortable wearing a bikini and having an exposed stomach; to someone who flinches when they look in the mirror and can't stand the glaring eyes piercing through her horrid ugly skin.

When in actual fact no one looked at her horribly.
No one hated her.
No one intentionally caused her pain.
No one wanted her to die.