The sun goes down. Why does it feel like night?
Lately, I've been feeling a little choked up. I'll stop what I'm doing, and I'll think to myself, "What am I doing?"
It seems, as if, everything that I want, all of my hopes and dreams...they're suddenly so superficial.
And slowly, I've started to doubt everything. Everything. I don't understand anything. I have so much to give, I had plans. When did I cross the line, and become that which I detest?
...Le visage l'intérieur est juste sous la peau ...the face inside is right beneath the skin.
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