That girl.

That girl that smiles all the time.

That girl that has all the friends.

That girl that always tells the jokes.

That girl that always has a great time.

The girl that is perfect.

Wait, What?

She isn’t perfect?

No.

She is dying inside.

She’s hurt and tired.

Tired of all the drama, boys, and life.

She’s tired of not ever being good enough.

But she doens’t want to look dramatic, weak, or a attentian seeker.

So she keeps it all inside.

Acts like everythings fine but she’s crying at night.

Everyone thinks shes the happiest person they know.

They think that she has no problems and her life is just perfect.

If only they knew the truth.