It’s really hard sometimes to let others in, let alone let them see you at your lowest. So instead I hold my head up high and smile. That’s all I can do. They all fight, throw out words that they don’t even mean, and then expect you to turn around and be okay with it all. I may have my moments where that slips but I don’t always and that's something that really saves me for the most part.
Honestly I don’t know how they expect me to not to take the insults lightly. I’m just an airhead to them. “Where’s Nikita?” “Oh you know off being a ditz and dancing in some club and being a slut.” I may act big but on the inside it’s all an act. I acted bigger and badder after the loss of my eye but I slip sometimes. I lock myself in my room. Cry myself to sleep. Try not to snap and throw myself out in the sun. After Leon came into my life I started to feel better. For a bit.
The smiles were more real th