Sunday, September 27, 2009
I'm good at pretending. I really am. I'm so good at pretending that what was fake at first becomes real. I'm so good at pretending that I forget what I'm protecting. I'm not a very honest person. Issues ah. Excuses have run out of time. I really wish I had some secret talent. Like an amazing voice, or amazing music skills, or amazing hair. Success is an iffy issue in the family. Trying is my first step to failure. I can never match up. I can never be enough. So I shut up, and I hide, and I'm the invisible girl. I walk through walls at home, and I breathe quietly so nobody knows. Wow, teenagerangst.com.
tried to hunch; 10:41 PM