Since then she never felt happy.
I mean she's happy sometimes but laughing is her escape to avoid someone to see what's the real emotions in her eyes.
She always ask herself, "When's the time I'll be happy again? Maybe the day I die. Because I'll see fake people cry for me and act like they love me."
She smiles as if no one hurts her.
She smiles as if nothing bothers her.
She smiles to avoid drama.
But sometimes she just can't hold those tears streaming down her face.
Sad life it is. Sad cruel life.