Welcome Home.

I understand things better when I'm alone. I only ever know what I'm doing, when I'm doing absolutely nothing at all. I change my emotions like a celebrity changes their haircut. I'm never in the same place for too long. I bore easily. There's so much to me, and yet there's almost nothing to me at all. I wish I could be carefree. You know how all those stories start, telling of past innocence, naive childhoods. That was me. It was so much easier then, so easily me. Now I'm just a ghost of former glory walking amongst those who claim to know me. But I'm not alone. Take a look around, you can see all the people who feel more comfortable behind closed doors. Hidden in plain sight. People who are only themselves when no one's looking. Take a look around and you'll see so many people dying to be real. Even you're not exempt from this. It takes a lot af practice for a person to be themselves. This is reality. Welcome to the neighborhood.