Here’s the truth: If the people I hold dear to me knew the truth about me, they probably wouldn’t love me anymore. Honestly, no bullshit. Lemme tell you why, cuz honestly I’m a pretty fucked up individual, and a damn good liar. I convince people I’m nice, welcoming, loyal, trustworthy, and a horrible liar. In fact, I’m conniving, manipulative, a damn good liar, and selfish. But they don’t know that, why? Cuz I don’t let them. I keep it all pretty well hidden, shit all that’s left is for me to be a murderer or something, but alas I’m not haha. Nonetheless I’m not happy, I put on the best face around and make everyone believe I’m enjoying the hell out of life, and it’s better that way. I mean I got a lot of shit going for me, I honestly can’t complain about missing anything in my life, but for whatever reason I just ain’t happy. I could probably change that and honestly I probably will cuz truth be told I’m one lucky son of a bitch. But if karma catches up to me, which she will, imma be hella fucked. But that’s the way the cookie crumbles, no? What’s fair is fair. Just needed a quick vent.