oh, how wonderful. it feels like all i do lately is lie, and paranoia is setting in. everytime somebody is just a little off with me, i'm scared shitless - scared that they've found out.
i feel like there's nobody who knows everything. individually, there's always something to hide. and fuck, i'm sick of all the secrecy. could life be any more miserable? and could that be any more addictive?
i'm happier than i've ever been, and i know that. but i'm miserably happy. happily miserable. whimsically fucked for life.
in a very optimistic way. spoken with a huge, lopsided, metal-packed grin. fangless grin.
i have just decided that "fangless" is probably the most harsh dig ever.
(most harsh dig? harshest dig? when does this speculation ever end?)
|if i asked nicely, |
please get out
of my head?