The proverbial mask I wear has a purpose.
It hides my pain and sadness.
I show only the good parts of my life.
I keep breaking my mask, I am always angry for some reason.
I am a liar, if you listen to me long enough you will fall in love with me.
I know pain and I will exploit yours.
I know why my friends feed me alcohol, to steal the things I write and
send them to the girls they like.
I blame the girl I liked in primary school, she rejected me.
Now, I cannot love anyone sober.
Since she blocked me from everything, she sent me an email last night.
I will reply when I am not sober.