i hate that you never really know anyone. and that trust is just a thing for the gullible and i hate how no one really knows who i am. or who i want to be. -not even me.
and if you ever manageΒ Β live your life it happens like a car crash. it will be quickly, accidentally, and outside of reality. and either it changes everything. or nothing.
maybe its my fault that who i am is not who i want. i could live a thousand lives, but be the same. to me life is a sorry game.