Everyone always assumes my life is so perfect. No one really know how it is, not even my best friend. Everyone always tells me how smart I am and how they like how cheerful I am and how perfect my life must be and how great my family is, its true I have a good family, not perfect at all, but good. Why would anyone want to kill them self when they have such a good life. What these people don’t see is that its not like that, I’m not smart, I’m not happy and cheerful, I’m not pleased with myself at all. Its all […]
