within days, i realized i was just pretending. pretending to be something i was obviously not. apparently, i'm just getting sick and tired of all the baloney and absurdity going around. turned-off by the whole incident,  i could only retract back into the fucking dungeon i was released from.. i rather choose to live in solitude than to live with these few "circus clowns". it doesn't really matter how long ago it happened 'cus the goddamn memory is etched into my bloody mind. on second thought, if i had the chance, i would blow my brains out just to remove whatever debris is left inside.

but still..