Sometimes I wonder what people think of me when they see me. I seem like a happy person. I seem genuinely happy, I really do. I wonder if anyone ever glances at my cuts and wondered how they got there, or maybe wonder what I'm up to when I ask to go to the bathroom after every meal, or maybe why I cry so much all the time. I wonder if anyone ever notices that part of me, the part that isn't making jokes and smiling all the time. I wonder if it'd make a difference if they did. People only notice when you're dead, don't they?
- Thursday 22nd March 2012