January 35.
Dear Dawson, my smile is fake. It's been fake for as long as I can remember and no one noticed. No one.
I just really wished someone would notice for once that I'm suffering like they do with others.
I wish someone would see how my smile never reached my eyes or see that there is no twinkle in my eye at all.
I'm not happy no matter how much I wished I was, no matter how hard I try to portray things as if I am.
I'm just not, and i don't know why. Everyone else is.
I can't really blame anyone for not taking notice to these things. I guess I'm just a good actor.
I don't know what to do. I don't see a point in pretending anymore.
I don't see a point in living anymore.
Why should I?
Love,
Kindley.