Okay.

It's been a decent week.

Quiet on the front.

I haven't been home for a while.

Why Me?

The sky fades and the world changes, over and over again.

How delusional I am. It's so easy to hate...

So easy to hate... what a piece of shit I am.

What the hell is right with you? Did I need a sun in my life? It's a wall of defenses I've built up; a fortress of solitude, just like Superman. I armored myself with humour, constructed a finely detailed web of lies, put on my facade, pretended to find those jokes funny. I thought nothing would ever get through. I thought I never wanted anything to get through.

How did you pierce that wall? What weapon did you use to break me down, to open my heart, to stare deep into my thoughts? A pair of soul-binoculars couldn't have done a better job than you. Like a bird, you flew into my web, tangled yourself in my lines of lies, confused me to no end. You broke into my life, causing me to write terribly bad emo prose.

And now? What can I do? What can I say? There's nothing left for me to hide, there's no picture in my thoughts you haven't uncovered. Did I ever want to be like this? You've become the crack in the wall through which light shines in. You're the open door, the horizon in my mind, the Friday night to my week. You're the best part of my life... but I never asked for you.