All I wanted to do is kill myself.
It hurts to have to pretend to be happy in front of everyone.
And I hate how I realized I got so good at it.
I put up a perfect act, not one fall from this false smile.
My best friend believed me, believed I was the happiest person she's ever seen.
Everyone said "Happy Birthday."
The irony in that...I wasn't happy nor do I feel alive.
Last year today was when he broke up with me, he couldn't even tell me himself.
He sent our friend to tell me the news. I cried just knowing how unimportant I was to him.
I hope he never finds out, that I'm still in love with him.
-I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong, talk like everything's perfect,
act like its all a dream, and pretend its not hurting me.
-Kathy C.
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