Afraid

Some people say that if you pretend to be something long enough then you become that thing but I don’t think that can be right – otherwise why aren’t we happy? We pretend it, right? That’s the mask that so many of us here wear.

And we put so much energy into maintaining that mask that, sometimes, we don’t have anything left for ourselves. But as dark and alone, as hollow and empty as you feel behind the mask – that’s still you. It’s not the mask, is it? Even if all you have left is the hollow shell of what you once were – it’s still you. You’re still there. It’s just hard to see, sometimes.