alas how we are so used to don masks everyday! masks of rule-confirming, for events that promise success and achievement; masks of happiness to sedate the worry and confusion and sadness and anger; masks of ignorance that harshly smother impulsive but true emotions; masks that are actually chains and shackles, that shroud our true selves, that make up this society of illusions and follies.
if you wipe the tears, make a smile, and say nothings wrong, im sure the sorrow inside you will be gone. will it?
---myself
i dun wan to b welfare rep anymore. pettiness? shirking of job? fuck.
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:28 PM |
