I cried myself to sleep last night.
It felt dramatic and out of place. I feel it every time I glance at my pillow. The mascara stained blotches on the cover remind me of my tantrum.
There wasn't anything to be upset about. I was just told the truth.
The truth about the kind of person I am.
I'm a horrible bitch whose only aim in life is to make others miserable. And I succeed.
The same line echoes in my mind. Over and over. Again and again.
The same way it was repeated to me.
You try smiling through that.
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Faking Smiles
Short StoryI'm depressed. I'm unhappy. I want to die. The only thing stopping me from ending it all is pretending I'm okay until even I think it's true. But you wouldn't know that. Because you never bothered to ask. *Trigger Warning*
