is there something im not revealing? perhaps im used to my disguise; beautifully disfigured from some tragic twist to alter fate. im careful but still avoiding , injured but still standing. its the me that you know, confront me about this noble skin and i'll say...


when we forget,
life reminds.


(but dont expect a thousand confessions that you will not find).


i cant shake this awful feeling where logic does not apply and instict is to deny. when they say im heartless, i know they are wrong. when they say im charming, i refuse to believe. when they say im fun, i think im not taken seriously. when they say they will, im sure they wont and if they say they wont, im sure they will.

and im right 99% of the time; which makes everything predictable, dull and safe. in short, im well prepared; i dont fret, i dont cry, i dont feel; with that im said to be heartless and charming and fun. if im not thinking the worst of people, i start wondering whats wrong with me. blah.