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The project aims at looking beyond the smiles of the next person, to see what’s really beneath, what’s really going on? How people really need help and won’t bother saying anything about it but would rather cover it up with a façade of strength, with a smile.
It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.
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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers who has asked to stay Anonymous.
This is her story.
The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.
Beneath my smile lies pain.
Beneath my smile lies hurt.
Beneath my smile lies the quest to love and be loved.
My story isn’t very sad. Quite ordinary, tbh well to me, maybe I’m used to so much pain it seems like the way it should be. I am in love with love. Does that even make any sense?
My deep quest to be loved with the same intensity as I love, I know not the root of. Could it be the fact that I was defiled as a child. Twisted part of the story is I think I liked it.
At age 6. WOW. Maybe its just me then. I wonder though why I did nothing to stop it, despite the numerous opportunities to do so. Could it be the fact that I grew up, watched my mom battered, assaulted verbally and physically by my dad, that I decided I wouldn’t ever be in such a position; I’d look for something deeply rooted and genuine? Could it be that I’m just a hopeless romantic?
I have loved and lost. On average. I come off as a snub. Well after I realised that smiling all the time doesn’t really change anything. Just pushes your hurt, anger and pain to some dark twisted corner of your mind where it accumulates till you run mad with the facade of a life one is living.
I’m grateful for the things that have come my way. The things I’ve achieved, those on the verge of being achieved and those that’ll be achieved in d long run. BUT… I want love.
Am I desperate for wanting it so bad? Do my reasons justify my actions?
L☺L. My epic love stories have scarred me so.
They say those that laugh really hard at the slightest things and sleep more than they should are sad deep down. I agree.
Inside I’m sad. Beneath my goofy, outrageous utterly loveable self is a sad child. Waiting for the one. Waiting to be loved. Do you think I’m in a hurry? I’m barely 20 you know! L☺L.
I tell myself. I don’t need easy, I just need possible.
I dream of someone to grow with.
Someone to maybe share my burden, understand my pain. Support me.
Or do I need to find myself first?
Where are you? Where’s the one whose gonna fill that void. A void I might have created myself. Who can handle this sad twisted child.
Who is gonna see beneath my smile?
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