Everything's a lie.

Don't you think that sometimes the silence is screaming so loud that it deafens you?

I feel so down, so alone.
Today's just not one of my good days I suppose.
Was thinking and thinking, probably too much, about life. And I don't like what I see.
Who is this monster in the mirror? No, I don't like her.
Those critical eyes, the demeaning stare. They frighten me.
The sharp words, that defiant look. They're all superficial.

I really don't like putting up a front, when all my friends are away, when the sun is down, everything bubbles to the surface, fighting for a chance to get out.
The darkness brings comfort, yet sometimes it enlivens my fears.

I'm scared of being alone.
Really scared.
Scared that all I've done will come to nought.

Today's been another roller coaster ride.
Now my muscles are aching, and I'm pining for sleep.
Got 46th in the level for cross-country, went to Annmarie's house, cut hair and had double piano.
Went to April's house too.

Drifting apart, I detest it, I abhor it, I HATE it.
Why must all good things come to an end?
Was it just pretence on your part?
On account of our friendship, please stop if you're just leading me on.
Stop playing the nice guy.

Please.