The Obscure

I'm gonna post something that is the equivalent of a crazy night writing, but it was actually done at about 3:30 at ryan's house haha..here goes, bear with me.

"I am feeling some inscrutable emotions, and being as the nature of something 'inscrutable' is difficult to determine, I don't have a clue as to what I should do about it. I had a dream last night, where all the lies and pretendings in my life were torn away, and I was confronted by them all, one by one. There is something about getting a taste of total exposure that can wound you more than a slap in the face from your love. It's hard to accept reality after such a proverbial beating. So this is the question I have come to know, but predict no answer to it. Are your lies and pretensions what you want, what you need? Or are you just scared of people knowing the true goodness inside? The problem with with covering up your tenderness is the same as with all sweet things, it will rot and congeal. Soon the only thing you can do is throw it away, or burn it.

JC."

Yeah. So I went to lauren's house yesterday, and as I was telling her why I was feeling down and stuff which was essentially that writing, I almost cried. I have little strife in my life, I know it, but a bird's eye view of it can make a mountain out of a molehill, and it hurts just as bad even if it's not real. G'bye.