I'm not okay. Don't ask me if I am, because you'll get a fake smile that looks real and a "Yes, I'm fine," when really, I'm not. I never have been okay, and I never will be. I don't cut, but if you want to know how I'm doing, get emotionally close to me and peel back my mask. The light has gone out of my eyes; if I show you my face, you'll understand. I have been wearing a mask for so long that it's become a part of me. What you see of me is fake. I'm a good liar about how I feel emotionally, so look behind that mask of a happy girl and you'll see a girl who's completely broken inside. I'm not lying about it. Just look. You'll see in my works. There are hidden themes of darkness in there. You probably just haven't looked hard enough to see them...