Sometimes, i smile but inside i really am not. When i think no one is watching... i let myself cry and only my little one can see. Sometimes he comes up to me and asks me if i am happy or if i am ok. Sometimes that's all i need - someone to show that they care what's happening inside me... to know that i still exist you know?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... wow... not a good time to write... i am premenstrual and i tend to let myself tell the truth around this time because i have the cover that i can because i am hormonal. Go figure. WHy is the truth always hardest to tell?
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