All of you guys call me an amazing writer, an awesome person to talk to, and a few of you call me famous. Truth is, I'm none of those things. I'm an averagegirl with average dreams, an average life, and a completely faqued up emotional system. I pretend like I'm happy, like I have no other problems than hurrying to get the next story update out. But I have other problems. I'm clinically depressed, mildly insane, demented, and I cut. But not on the wrists. No. I cut in places where even wearing a bikini, you can't see them. I hide my pain SO WELL, that no one ever sees it. No one sees my troubles, sees my pain, sorrow, hardships. Because I don't want them to be worried. Everyone has their own ptoblems, and I don't want mine to get in the way of everyone else's. This is a one-time post and a one-time post only. I'll keep on my happy mask, and continue to hide. Because you Squirrels, this Website, and the very few friends I know in real life? You're the reason I'm still living. You give me the reason to live. So please. Smile, lift up your head, and live life like never before. Be happy, trust me it gets better. I haven't reached that part yet, but it's gonna come soon. Trust me. Everything gets better.