I also hate it when I act like I wear a mask who has a fake smile, saying that I'm okay, tell everyone the lies, and let my heart feels really hurt.
I'm not confident. I read people much better than books but I never have the words to explain myself. I sometimes walk with my head down. And I'm really not as nice as I'd like to be or as innocent as you'd think I am.
They say "when life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile" but now, when I have a thousand reasons to smile, life gives me a million reasons to see how bad and poor a life is...
Well... I actually miss that moment when I was little, when I didn't have to know what really happened in my life. Everything seems so free. And I was just an innocent child.