House of Mirrors
January 21st, 2007
i have come to a point where i. close my eyes and look inward at myself. and dont like what i see.
i have become a montage of every single girl i hate. every single guy i despise. why am i slowly morphing into things i least want to be? is this some kind of weird psychological subconscious movement?
what’s happening?
once upon a time, being myself was easy. then i got scared. now i dont know how to be myself anymore without feeling like i should cover up some skin or talk less.
i crave something. 2004 and sitting curled up in the passenger seat of a car. and talking. just talking. and understanding things together without even trying. there was a sense of belonging, a niche, a comfort, a home, a safety net that would always be there to catch me when i fall.
i’m falling now. and even as i’m falling, i’m asking myself.. am i falling the right way?
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