I already know...you take it upon yourself to defend your own reputation in ways which you simply cannot. Why do you pretend to have this 'split persona' that takes on a different gender in effort to meld to the crowd's standards? You care so much more about the infestation of lies than you let on to anyone...why should you live in alone in a gold plated prison? Is it because you feel torn to do one thing even though every inch of your soul questions and pulls you to the absurd possibility of another?
You should know that when you asked me a while back if I was in love with you that I told the truth. I believe you stated I was not your type, any how. And I agreed.
I am not in love. Never could I love a delusion, no matter how sugary and sweet it may seem, but I have been dishonest in another way.
Over time, deep down, I have began to secretly wish I was your type. I suppose that it is this desire I am ashamed of that fuels the fire underneath my kettle brewing with delusions I have yet to serve to my mind.
I fear that nearing is the time for the second act of my disappearing act..one that veritably could be the last of all. Are you ready?
