I’m the happy girl, I know that. I’m your constant. That’s why I smile for you, day in and day out. Even when I think the whole world in falling in with me at the center of it, I’ll smile, because that’s what I do for you. Yes, I love you.

But that love isn’t enough. Because you don’t really know me—only the girl I pretend to be. You look at me and see…happy, smiling, sweet. That’s why I’ll smile for you. I look in the mirror and see hate, imperfection, ugliness. Sometimes I wonder why our vision is so different.

You must have known that it was all just an act. That I was just pretending. I’m good at that; you’ll never know what was really in me, not until it’s too late.

This cut, right here, is the one that will end it. This slit is the only way I know to ease my pain, the pain I hold inside, day by day. I can’t show you this pain, because it would distort the perfect picture you’ve painted of me.

There will be blood, and tears. But I promise, I’ll die smiling, because that’s what you want to see.