No one reads this anymore,
so i guess i'm safe.
Not that it matters, anyhow.
I think of what I'm going through,
and then I look at all the people around me,
and I think.
'Are they all the same?'
'Are they all going through the same thing?'
'But why are they so happy? so...cheerful?'
Always so happy,
always so cheerful.
Oh, if only you knew what is underneath.
Do all of you fight the same monsters?
Or am I the only one fighting the big ones?
Maybe I need a therapist.
yea, I probably do.
But I'll wait until I break down and go crazy.
Then, maybe the therapist will find me.
maybe.
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