Why is it that I'm so sad. Why is it that I act happy to make people not worry about me. Why is it that some times I act happy while texting Kinglirious and he can't notice the pain I'm in. About 3 people know about "them" and what they are doing. "They" gave me cuts which are going to ruin my physical I think. "They" now made me wear sweaters and not be able to pull up my selves. I just wanted a happy life but it's all gone down hill. I try to make life better but end up making it worse.
Any hidden talents: fucking up mine and people's life for knowing that I exist