My life has decidedly taken a turn for the surreal.

... and it was already on questionable footing regarding the terms "normal" and "reality" as it was.

I want to convince myself that being happy is more important that facing hard truths... I just can't.

Those truths will be there, affecting you, whether we look at them or not.
So why is everyone so scared to look at them?

It's like not minding that the monster is eating you alive, so long as you don't have to watch.

I'm a pessimist when it comes to human nature;
And I despise how often I'm proven right.

I know that everyone goes through it and there's nothing new to be done or said about it,

but the cycle of getting my hopes up and having them dashed is utterly exhausting,
while still somehow less depressing than not allowing hope in the first place.

"Footfalls echo in the memory,
Down the passage we did not take,
Towards the door we never opened."

- T.S. Eliot.

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From the consequence I will not hide,
But I'm too full to swallow my pride.

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"I know that you never meant to hurt me.
You weren't thinking about me at all."

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