The Shortest Story Cuts the Deepest

Thin ice. Breaking. Cant fucking survive. They're staring at me. Right in the eyes. Do I run? Hell no! Do I cry? Not a fucking chance! Never again! I have no fucking reason to cry! No one has dies or gotten ill, I just feel shit that's all! Why does life have to be so fucking hard? Why? It's like a fucking puzzle to just fucking breathe nowadays. It used to be so fricking perfect. So right but then it all crumbled down over night. So, what should I do? Fall, die, cry, burn, crumble, break or shy? No. What I do is smile because that makes you stronger than any of the others. Smiling means you're stronger than you would be if you were hiding. Smiling, in these situations, makes you 100 times stronger than without doing so. So, just pretend that you ain't fucking breaking down inside and put on that fake, brave smile...