I’m a monster

People fake a lot of human interactions, and I fake them very well. I see their pain. On some level I even understand their pain. I just can’t feel their pain. My father always told me “Keeping the truth from the people closest to you is how you’ll survive, and how you’ll protect them if anything ever goes wrong.”. No matter where we go, we take ourselves and our damage with us. So is home the place we run to or is it the place we run from? Only to hide out in places where we are accepted unconditionally, places that feel more like home to us. Tonight’s the night and its going to happen again and again, has to happen..


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