Everytime someone meets me, they think, oh, shes sweet, smart, quite, and polite. Thats when they meet me. It's different if your close to me, or even know me. If you got to know me, you would realize, I struggle. The bad times I had to live through made me who I am today. Everybody always tells me my life isn't that bad. But how would they know? How do they know how much I can handle? The point is they don't. The outside is much different then what is in. Outside, it's pretty and covered up so everyone sees what they want. Inside, is havoc.