Freezing cold,
Wondering if I'm EVER going to get any better.
I'm sick. I know that. I know I'm sick. Most other people don't though.
The problem is that people can't see the kind of sick I am...I'm sick in the HEAD. That's right. I'm CRAZY.
However, most people don't see past the shy and quite, "sweet little Hannah" facade.
The facade they created.
Assuming I'm perfect. Assuming there's nothing wrong. Assuming, when they ask me how I am and I answer, "Good", that I'm telling the truth when I'm not.
Assuming that there's nothing wrong with me.
Assuming that there can't be anything wrong with me because my dad is the preacher, I make straight A's, and atm (hopefully, it'll stay this way...i'm a senior so i think it will), I'm number 10 in my class.
Then, my parents...ugh! They don't get anything. Read more »