I have a whole notebook full of things and pictures that make me happy. When I'm feeling really low I pick a page at random and read it then I spend the day appreciating those things. Works every time.
She's learned to hold all her feelings inside until late at night, and cover her mouth with her hand so no one hears her. She's perfected her fake smile. And she's been taught - oh so painfully to build her walls up high, to keep everyone out.
I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I'm sorry I've got to be this way. But it hurts me more than you think I wish it wasn't like this anymore. Forgive me for being this way I need help I need comfort. Please just save me from myself>> im really sorry