Just a few days ago I lost the reason of caring. No reasoning, I just lost it. Now trust me, I looked for it. I guess I don't need it anymore. Keeping a smile on my face was good, until the smile turned into a mask. A mask I have to hide behind everyday to keep people from seeing, well, "me" I guess. This isn't going to be a story where I'm living a character in it. This story is like a place where I can vent. This "story" is more of a journal. There's no journey, no adventure. Period.
YOU ARE READING
Living a lie.
Non-FictionDon't read this if you want something happy. This is just cold hard truth.
