msenrhicathea
They say a smile could hide anything, and I guess they're right. No one sees the cracks beneath mine -- the shame, the fear, the endless echo of words meant to break me. At 19, my world feels like a prison built by someone who's supposed to love me. Every decision I make, every thought I have, is picked apart, controlled, and twisted until I don't recognize myself anymore.
But I have one escape, one thing that keeps me breathing: Win Metawin. He doesn't know I exist, but his smile, his words, his unwavering optimism -- it's like a lifeline in world determined to drown me. When everything else feels hopeless, he reminds me that maybe, just maybe, there's still a future worth dreaming about.
Still, the weight of it all is crushing. The abuse, the silence, the constant battle to keep going -- I don't know how much more I can take. Can I ever find the strength to stand up, to break free from the chains holding me down? Or am I destined to stay trapped in a life where my voice is nothing but a whisper?
This is my story. It's not pretty, it's not perfect, but it's mine.