I hide everything.
I put up a front and even when I “let you in” I never let you all the way in, because I always know you’ll end up leaving me. You all will. Every good thing comes to an end; so why bother creating something good just for it to diminish into nothing? A nothing that I had never hoped it would be, never dreamed it would be. Letting down my guard has NEVER happened. No matter how well you think you know me, you never really will. If that makes me shady, then leave.. Just like I knew you would. Fuck a question, fuck a friend, fuck every fuck this damned world has showed me.
