Its almost sweet, the way people thought my smile would stay forever. The way the world seemed to believe that I was easy to break and easy to fix. I knew people would always pull me down, I just didn't know exactly how FAR they would be willing to go. Misanthropic pretty much summed me up. I wasn't surprised as my boyfriend left me. I wasn't surprised as my family kicked me out. I wasn't surprised as I began to feel weighed down, drowning. The lies, the empty days, the drowning, trying so hard to keep afloat and on top of my life. After all, I'm only 19.