nimfadoro
I felt like a bee, swarming, moving constantly. can't stop can't think can't consider that there might be something better to do. Because if there's something better to do I'll have to do it, and sometimes it's too hard to change. too hard to make the world a better place.
Honesty and integrity. They go together, don't they?.... Don't they?
Can I be a good person and a liar?
Can I be a bad one who's honesty?
I don't know what I spout is lies and what is truth. I lie so much I think I'm starting to believe it. Who the hell am I? It's like... like I've let myself become a bad person. Like suddenly I open my eyes and I realize how disgusting I am.
I horrify myself.
It's scary.
I'M scary.