Do I entertain you? Do I preoccupy you with my wit to cover this lie? Are you mesmerized? Do you think me faithful, do you think me a clown? I picked out this shirt, I put on this hat I wore all this paint just for you
I am not emo I am just stressed out. Because even if thinds turn out fine, I am never contented am I? Maybe because everyone else is just so darn smart. So I ask myself: Why am I doing all this for?