I have nothing on my mind but sleep. A sleep that won't come to me...
But what about me? I am sad sometimes and I am happy sometimes. They are in extremities but are sincere.
And I believe I am an extremely sincere person to my disadvantage. People often confuse sincerity with obsession and it makes it really difficult to say what you actually think even if you have no personal gain. I have nothing to gain. I want nothing. Everyone just deserves to know the truth and it's disgusting how many people will withhold it to save face. And what for? We already regard each other as scumbags and nobodies... so what's the point?
Vulnerability is brilliant. And kind.
And after all, kindness is the art of love.
And kindness is selflessness.
But we're all so fucking selfish and refuse to humbly cut ourselves open in front of people and let them see our demons drenched in colorful blood. But we all have them. Dancing in our heads, taunting our sub consciences. And minimal transparency would prove that we weren't alone in life but instead we remain aliens to each other, acting out a real life lie that pleases the audience.
It's pointless because we are one in the same.
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