Living the facade.
Just awoke at 1:15 in the afternoon. Mascara smeared across my face. Staring at my reflection in a picture on my desk. Today I will being playing the part of the self-help girl, who can't help herself. Sometimes I feel so fake. The world is continuing to grind me down. Which makes me ask the question... Are we type-cast in this Caste system? We are elegance walking arm in arm with a lie. There is so much to hide under. and sometimes I prefer it that way. But often there is not enough makeup to cover your true emotions. In actuality we are the ones with the hideous faces, selfish minds, and black hearts. Nobody wants to know the whole truth about anybody. Don't ask the questions that you don't want to know the answers to. Somethings need to remain shrouded in the shadows. My cigarette smoke traces a ladder to the stars.
When did I get so pessimistic?
Please disregard this post...not that anybody reads them anyway.
When did I get so pessimistic?
Please disregard this post...not that anybody reads them anyway.