It's too bad that the opposite is equally possible, and probable; that you can be left holding nothing, nothing at all, when you knew what you wanted - what you needed, and that person didn't give it to you - maybe they didn't want to, maybe they couldn't, or maybe they're just a fucking coward and wouldn't even let you know why you were left standing alone on the day that all you fuckers find so much contentment in.
You'll see me smile; you'll see me laugh. But whoever reads this knows that they're just motions, my constant charade that masks the emptiness and depravity lurking within. Have you ever had someone want to kill you - try to at points because of things you've done?
I am the snowflake that realized it didn't matter that he realized anything.
-M
