I have no idea what I'm doing...
So here's some major vent...
It probably makes no sense, but I had to get it off my chest.
Lol and this drawing makes me want to crawl up in a hole and die.
It's the best vent I could do with a touch pad.
![Image](http://images.mf.wigflip.com/W/S/0WRLLNmBzB.gif)
Sometimes...
I feel like my life is made up of lies.
And of all of them, I am the biggest.
That's my secret.
I am the biggest lie.
I am a liar.
Because no one knows.
They don't know the real me.
They never took the time to get to know me.
I won't let them know me.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to know me.
But I'm afraid.
I have this fear of... Rejection.
No one would like the real me.
They wouldn't like what I think.
They wouldn't like what I do.
Or what I say, or want, or feel.
They wouldn't care.
They wouldn't love me.
Because they don't care now.
And even when they tell me that they love me...
I know that they are liars, too.
Because they don't know me.
And if they don't know me, they can't love me.
They just pretend to love the person they think I am.
So I hide myself, the real me.
I hide behind this macabre mask of happiness.
I hide the ugly truth.
All I am is a lie.
...But aren't we all?
So here's some major vent...
It probably makes no sense, but I had to get it off my chest.
Lol and this drawing makes me want to crawl up in a hole and die.
It's the best vent I could do with a touch pad.
![Image](http://images.mf.wigflip.com/W/S/0WRLLNmBzB.gif)
Sometimes...
I feel like my life is made up of lies.
And of all of them, I am the biggest.
That's my secret.
I am the biggest lie.
I am a liar.
Because no one knows.
They don't know the real me.
They never took the time to get to know me.
I won't let them know me.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to know me.
But I'm afraid.
I have this fear of... Rejection.
No one would like the real me.
They wouldn't like what I think.
They wouldn't like what I do.
Or what I say, or want, or feel.
They wouldn't care.
They wouldn't love me.
Because they don't care now.
And even when they tell me that they love me...
I know that they are liars, too.
Because they don't know me.
And if they don't know me, they can't love me.
They just pretend to love the person they think I am.
So I hide myself, the real me.
I hide behind this macabre mask of happiness.
I hide the ugly truth.
All I am is a lie.
...But aren't we all?