Why is it always the little things that tare me apart? I hate feeling like this. I hate having to smile so everyone will leave me alone. I just wish that people could really understand how I feel. Maybe someone should look past all the fake smiles. I hate it that one minute I can be the happiest person in the world, and the next I'm crying my eyes out. I hate that I cry for hours and don't even know why. And when someone asks me whats wrong, I say I don't know and they don't believe me. Guess what, I'm not lying. Half of the time, I really don't know what's wrong...