If I were told that I had only months to live, I probably wouldn’t be too distraught.
I lied for years about my skills and basically dumbed myself down so I could hide. I’d be haunted by the thought that the eyes of those I know would really see ME, and I’d be unable to express myself in a way that I can’t to people IRL.
While I feel horrible for lying, a world that only I know is a comfort that I cannot find this world.
Want to fool around up a hot girl’s skirt. Ohh those creamy thighs and the treasure above.
