I'm not gullible anymore. I know what's real from what's fake.
But sometimes I like to buy into all the bullshit because it puts me at ease and it gives me something to believe.

The hardest part of it all is that for one miniscule moment, you made me feel like it mattered. I thought you were real and that you cared, but I realize now that you just made me feel special in hopes of having some sort of personal gain out of it all.
So I hope you had your fun and leave me the hell alone

sometimes i forget that you're nothing special

lost in me

I don't think I could ever apologize for being who I am.
I hate playing games; they're exhausting and ridiculous and unnecessary. I'm a real person. I have feelings and flaws. Sometimes I say too much, and sometimes I don't say enough. But at the end of the day I'm not anyone else but myself. And I can't apologize for it, or change it.
So if you don't like that I'm a genuine person, it doesn't matter. Because I do.

If I were a guy, I'd rock some pretty intense facial hair.