Every day I put on a face. Every day people call me annoying for taking their mannerisms. The truth is that I take them and incorporate it into my public persona. It’s not me, it will never be, and nobody will ever truly see me for what I am. For that, I don’t think I can continue. My life is bleak and empty, I have no motivation or cares. There’s only a few people I even consider friends, but I know they don’t consider me theirs. I don’t know if this is it, but I’m damn close to putting an end to this hell.
