In my head plays an endless reel of thoughts. Those thoughts make up my story and my very identity. I am that person checking out at the store, and I don’t smile at you. I am the person that doesn’t hold the door for you. I am the person that doesn’t look up when they are walking down the street. I am the person that rushes out of crowded places because the noise and happiness is too much for me to handle.
Don’t judge me. Don’t say, “hey…she is a bitch.” I am not. I am really a rather nice person. A person that is too keen on giving out her heart. Before you judge me, take a walk in my shoes. Consider what I have been through. My story isn’t joyful. It is filled with tears, pain, heartbreak, loneliness, and failure. The smile on my face is gone because I haven’t known happiness for so long. I am not a bitch. I am simply me. I am simply grieving. I am simply depressed. Before you judge me, take a walk in my shoes. See my story and maybe you will understand why I didn’t smile.