I’m always the perfect little girl. I don’t do drugs, or drink and I have good friends. I get good grades (almost all the time…) and do well in sports. I don’t show my pain in a way that isn’t avoidable. I hide it very well, I’m not drunk or high and doing bad things, I sit in my room and cry alone, I starve myself and nobody notices because I won’t let them. Just because I’m some peoples idea of “smart” does not mean that I don’t have my own demons. Just because I’m “smart” doesn’t mean that I can just be perfect and stop my pain.
