Masking.

how could people be so happy effortlessly? but i have to painstakingly go through the drills of "you have nothing to be unhappy about" and put on a mask with complimentary of machine gun unsettled funny story-times. funny how i never want to be in the pictures anymore because i see more through the viewfinder than i see nothing in my own eyes. my eyes are dead.

somehow i died somewhere, i think i did. i think i am afraid of myself.

people always drown in darkness, i'd try the light this time around. i think i have a problem.