I hint. Of course I hint. I make put-down comments towards myself, but friends and family never seem to understand. Especially my brother. Oh, he notices, but he laughs and simply says I’m seeking attention. School is hell. Yes, I have lovely friends, but they don’t understand what I’ve gone through. I’ve got great friends, I’m not stupid and I have an average family; I simply don’t understand why I feel shit all the time. But it’s fine. The faked smile always creeps back Onto my face.