I might appear confident and chatty but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I dont find funny saying things I dont really mean - because at the end of the day thats what were all trying to do fit in one way or another desperately trying to pretend were all the same.

As the light begins to intensify so does my misery and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

How can something so wrong feel so right

At the end of the day its about how much you can bear how much you can endure. Being together we harm nobody being apart we extinguish ourselves.

I mean at the end of the day what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it cant be you