or the truth start? Do I lie to you all the time? Could everything I say be an inaccurate mask hiding what I really mean until the mask fades away and becomes the horrible face that is underneath. I feel like I'm so fake. I feel like I'm just a machine or a robot, following someone else's will until I find myself enough to make my own decisions. That or become so overwhelmed with the horrible person I am. Really overwhelmed. I just want to curl up and play some music or run or something. I can't go on like this. I need something else. Music. Pain. God. Something. Probably God. But all things come from God. Because I certainly can't get it from other people...
~another musing of the ill-informed~
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