Realized that the whole time it wasn't real, the smile on my face. Nothing but a façade, covering the mess I have created. Can't see the pain it has caused, can't see the lies it has masked. It has been on for so long, I don't know the difference anymore. But not so sure I am willing to let go of its comforts. Afraid it won't be long before they realize I have been missing. What do you do when you don't want to be found?
I keep looking for answers to my questions when I know exactly where to find them. Just avoiding the truth. There are worse things I could do.
...That was my feeble attempt at putting together the thoughts that plague my mind right now.
Listening to: Oh Lately It's So Quiet- Ok Go
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I still think the 90's should be considered a Renaissance period.
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