A heart

It has been a week that I haven't make a real smile. Why it is so hard for me to make a smile nowadays? even one smile. I feel like my heart is being scratched. I know I am a strong girl, and my dad taught me to be one. I dont know why but it is hard to describe how i feel. Maybe I need some rest from having to think all the problems I have. No one knows me. No one knows something about me. They think they do. And I never tell them, I never want them to ask or question to me, even if they do, I would just smile and say its nothing. I dont like telling people my problems, instead I just want them to really show how much they care about me. Even papa and mama never know how I feel about smthg, because they are too busy with work. They give money if I want. I can have a hundred or even a thousand if I wish, but that is not what I want. All I want is love. A happiness. Money can't buy happiness. All they can give is a satisfaction. And so here I am thinking about something definietly stupid.