People don’t understand and I don’t think they ever will. The pain; the anguish. Things I go through; things I think. It’s all very complex. I don’t even understand most of it.
I’m happy, okay? I’m not sad I lied to you. My life is full of smiles and laughs. Frowning doesn’t exist in my book. Why be full of sorrow when you can be full of life? It really bugs me when people ask how I am because I’m obviously cheerful.
I mean, I come home to a shit family after a shit day at school spending it with shit people who I don’t care about. I’m failing in all my classes. No one knows I exist; no one knows who I am. But yeah, I’m happy.
No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not sad.
Leave me alone.
