When I was younger, I was taught to always have a smile on my face. "Scarlett, stand up straight, shoulders back. Smile pretty. Don't frown, its not becoming." Over time, I just started smiling; always.
Recently, someone remarked to me that they have never seen me frown or look sad. My smile just popped up, a jagged piece of glass stretching across my face. "Of course you haven't," I said. "It's not becoming."
But I go home every day, and I collapse on the ground, and just sat there, crying and screaming. Do you know how hard it is to wake up, and have to say to yourself, "The world turns Scarlett. It doesn't stop for anyone." And it doesn't. I have to talk myself into even going to work. And I like my job. I have to talk myself into doing things I WANT to do. Imagine what it is like doing things I don't want to do.
I have to get up and exist in my life. Otherwise, how will I ever look becoming for those around me?
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Midnight Ramblings
RandomJust going to write whatever is my mind at night, or day, or whenever.
