Pretence

it's really sad when you realise that someone you know (and might actually give half a damn about)is dead-set on self-destruction. it's painful to see that someone try so terribly hard to adopt the facades of alternative personalities just to escape being the person that someone actually is. it must be even harder to be that someone. i can't imagine what it must be like to hate yourself so much --- 'chronically unhappy', that's a phrase a friend used recently.

There comes a point for the observer, however, when the curveball comes hurtling right back towards you and you are suddenly struck by an extraordinary moment of doubt --- did you ever know who this someone was? maybe this person was not who you thought he/she was, but the vessel of false habits that you see before you. you think that it's all a show, but really, the show is all there really is. Maybe, but still pretty goddamn sad anyways.