Funny how things play out.
One moment you're having the time of your life,
And well the next moment you find yourself trying to get a grip on reality.
I never was good at telling people how i actually felt,
Yes i admit i liked not having to face them and running away from it,
But yeah its for a fact that we all are all talk.
Yes we were going to help our mom with the dishes,
And yes we were also going to take out the trash.
But we didn't.
But truthfully, we all knew that was just a big fat lie we tell to ourselves just to comfort our selfish petty asses.
This isn't poetic nor pretty.
But as pretentious as it sounds,
That's reality.
At least for me.
Will i ever stop telling sweet lies just to comfort my miserable self?
And will i ever stop making up excuses on why i'm failing in life?
Will i ever stop being pretentious and stop asking these soppy questions?
