dear tonight
we're all real good at lying, mostly to ourselves,about what matters when it matters most. I've gotten caught up in the same bullshit as everyone else, i guess thats what really kills me. though pf course theres no real tragedy among a bunch of privileged kids deceived by who we know, still i feel uneasy at times. were all just so fucking eager to beleive that all we do in life matters, that something might-maybe. its the desperation that confuses me. sometimes i cant tell wether its all in good fun or is it something much worse.
