𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 • 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖

☹ 𝐠 𝐨 𝐧 𝐞 ☹

I've never understood it. Happiness. How someone can feel it so much that their lips spread into an honest smile and their eyes manage the light to brighten.

Maybe I'm jealous.

I'm a lair. I lie to the boys all the time.
I'm fine.
What a horrid thing to do.

Lie.

They say lying is a sin but if that's true then I have a one way ticket to hell.

The boys though, don't care. They pretend they do. Yet the things I hear prove that
wrong.

slowly every one will go.