you know, sometimes you think things are fine. and nothing can hurt you anymore, because you've had to deal with it for so long, that nothing, no anything can make you feel the same way you have for the majority of you existance? yeah, well, then reality makes a guest appearance. in an IM box, like the fucking deus ex machina reminding you that people are full of shit and no matter how much you think you can believe a person and look at them in their face and see their innards, they are nothing but falsity. but then you realize that person who is most false is none other than the man who thinks he is invincible to his own hate. this man wants you to believe he has it all put together. that he's well-adjusted, regardless. but he's willing to share his insides because that's the only way he remembers he's alive. red badges of courage to keep from ripping his own flesh from his brittle bones. so life sucks like that. sometimes.