So I guess this is gaining popularity. Almost 450 reads! That's amazing!
But I guess I should get real with you again I suppose. Because realness brings us closer, and that's what I want. Am I right?
So I suppose I live under a mask, you see. And this mask is almost completely flawless piece of delicately carved ice. Now this is all metaphorical, as that would melt very quickly, but that's how we are going to imagine it.
And this mask is so flawless that no one even knows. It's beautiful, I suppose, but very deceiving. I guess it's like that quote.
"People fall for her smile but run away from her scars."
Which is true. I don't let people in. And when i do, they get hurt. Because I can't handle closeness. I can't handle feelings I guess. My soul is too cold.
I fear that one day, when they finally realize I Ice everyone out, that they will be able to relate to "Cold" by Maroon 5. I fear that because I do this, I will be alone forever. And singularity sings to me. I am in my prime when I am single. But I make too many rash decisions and hormones kick in and then I think I can love.
When really, I'm heartless.
I guess that's what it is. I am cold and heartless.
This isn't new to me. I knew it before. But sometimes I think I've changed, only to hurt them more.
And yes, I suppose I'm venting. Turns out, it's much easier to vent on sites like this, because I can't face people. I can't let them get close enough to know. So trek wisely, reader. For my bubbly personality is only but I lie that even I believe.
And while I hope this helps you, I hope it helps me too. Because sometimes hope can keep you alive. No matter how utterly dangerous it is...