As I turn the chapter in my story I can't help but to wonder if my happy ending will ever come. All my life I have just known pain and misery. Every once in a while I will get a sliver of happiness but it is quickly squashed by the bleak reality I live in. I live in a big house with a great security system and I even get my own room even though other people live here with me. I talk to a lot of them, and make friends with some of them. I can't help it; I am a talkative and friendly person. To them I am known as the crazy, always happy, optimistic girl; but like many other things I can't control that. Without being crazy and childish around my friends, I would actually go insane. So by acting insane and childish I am staying sane. But as I have said before, that was all just an act. Inside me I had a dark spot, I had a black whole growing within me each passing day. And with each passing day it gets harder and harder to conceal it.