at some point in time we all lie to ourselves.
we delude ourselves into believing that this world is a wonderful happy place
simply because it becomes to only way to make it from one day to the next.
however, as much as you can run, you cant hide.
it seeks you out and finds you somehow
and you wake up in the morning with tears streaming down your cheeks
hand cold and clammy
and a heart that is racing.
the mind's images are the most vivid as each scene plays out before your eyes
and you find yourself incapable of turning away but instead having to live through the whole ordeal.

the pain is real.
as much as you lie and wish to believe otherwise..
it wont let you forget.

*update.
was depressed till i saw this in the mail...which cheered me up.
"Dear customer,
your order of Birkenstock articles has been
shipped yesterday with DHL."
see its not that hard to make me happy.