The internet allows you to be someone entirely different from who you are in reality; it allows you the ability to hide behind any mask of your choice… it let’s you be whoever you want…
It also lets you tell the truth in complete anonymity, People can react however the fuck they want, and it doesn’t really matter unless you let it, after all, someone half way across the world can harass you all they want over something you say, but what the fuck does it matter, if they don’t now and probably never will know you or meet you… it doesn’t.
So fuck it…I’m not alive to be someone else, so I won’t be… I’m no hero, I’m no one to look up to, I make a lot of terrible mistakes… I’m pretty much a recovering fuck-up with the word “recovering” holding on by a thin stretched string that’s been ready to snap since it formed about seven months ago…
I won’t even lie and say that I’m strong… this has been 7 of the hardest months of my life… haha.. you’d think that I was in some sort of boot camp, saying it’s hard and all… Nah, I’m just talking about reality… reality’s hard, and I haven’t been here in almost ten years, so excuse me if I’m a little bitch that thinks it’s hard…
I’m not a proud person. I regret damn near everything that I’ve done in the last ten or so years, but I’m working hard to fix as much as I can… I hope I can.
