But no word, no shape, no photograph could ever twist so far that it could begin to explain even a little bit of how I feel.


The masquerade ball.

"I'm not good enough for you."
“I hate the games we play.If you are feeling something, you should go right ahead and say it. The truth is better than hiding behind some mask, making me always wondering what is really going on. What are you so scared of, anyways?”

Hiding the insecurity, hiding the fear, hiding the sadness.
Afraid of judgement, afraid of perspectives.
I can't deny doing the same thing.
Sometimes even a blog ain't good enough, everything must be kept within ourselves.
And maybe having one is good at times, then no one would have to know whatever they didn't want to know, but honesty is the policy, or is it?