the world is a loaded gun
I'm not sure if it is me. Actually, I'm pretty sure it is. I've tried hiding it, so so much. But when one manages to infiltrate my safety zone, I drop down all barriers and guards, forgetting that about the past. How no one has been able to tolerate or handle the ugliness inside. Now, it's coming to bite me back. Hard. Maybe I should just move away, far away from human civilization and just let the loneliness wreck me from inside.
Sometimes, sometimes I wish we could all stop pretending. That I could stop pretending. It's so tiring. I want to keep believing in the world and people, but everything seems to be just stripping it down or facades just keept building up. I'm not sure whats real, what's fake, what's true anymore.
Sometimes, sometimes I wish we could all stop pretending. That I could stop pretending. It's so tiring. I want to keep believing in the world and people, but everything seems to be just stripping it down or facades just keept building up. I'm not sure whats real, what's fake, what's true anymore.