Random.

Practice makes perfect.

So I practice everything, regardless of its importance. I practice failing, succeeding, smiling and crying. Being alone, being surrounded by friends, I'm equally good at both of them. I'm not practicing for you, or for them, I'm practicing for me. So that, when the time comes, I can be picture-perfect.

Because it's me, because I'm always imperfect.

The face behind the screen

Hello.

Restart

So it's been a while.
Things have happened, lots and lots of them. I've lost myself, found myself all in this void that we call a world. Sometimes I just wish for everyone to stop writhing about their sorrow, just for a second. Stop, breathe, listen. If you really knew me, you'd understand. But I don't let you know me, so who's to blame?

I'm here, always listening, always willing to help. When you least expect it. You're a part of me, you and the whole world and I'm tired. Tired of smiling, bored by this facade that I've created. Don't mistake my pretenses for the real me, don't judge me by the words I'm not speaking. All I ask is for you to stand by me, to protect me from what I crave, from what kills me.

I promise to try. Come home, wherever that may be.