There are so many questions I can't answer. I don't know how to face them, so I shrug and smile and stifle a sigh. I wish I still had the ignorance of being younger, not thinking so much, or not thinking at all. Is it okay to feel like a fish out of water? Being constantly surrounded by people but feeling completely lonely. Why do you accuse me of my deceit, when you've got four fingers pointing back at yourself. Your words like daggers, stab fast and deep. I don't think that's how it works. 

Fuck.