This nice student in college (one of the few that aren't being mean to me) asked me if it bothered me that people are making up crap about my boyfriend's age. I told him I just don't care anymore. He asked me if I still lived with my parents and I told him the truth. My dad kicked me out as soon as I turned eighteen to sell his house and move in with his fiance and I haven't seen my mum since I was twelve. He then told me that I don't look like I have a troubled past. My only response was. "I wear a mask so the world doesn't eat me alive." My smile is my mask. But I'm broken.