I'm just not supposed to tell.

It may not seem like it to some people, but I am somehow managing to be better. I know it's only a week, but I feel so light right now, so unwasted. I am happy here. I am laughing and talking to people and maybe it's only for a while but these scars are less noticeable to me and for once I am not crying because they are fading away. I don't want more, right now. When people look at them or ask, I just tell them "it's a side effect of depression." And they look at me funny, but it is true. I do not want to harm myself when I am happy. I do not want to hurt myself today.