Life I Live Ever sense i can rememeber my past is dark, nothing has been good from it. But being a guy as i am and growing up as i did, you get over it. Again and Again, but eventually that getting over it i dont know... it Seems to have a break point. The walls i spend years and decades building brick by brick crumble more each day, people can say talk to someone. People say they understand. Truly. Do they? Everyone has someone, a friend, a mother, a father, a loved one, their spouse. everyone has or has had someone who listens/listened or cared or still cares. I will straight out say i have not. It never bothers me, or so i pretent, this perfect two-face show and mask i put on everyday. But each day the mask cracks more and more and i slip through it. Not a me iwanna be, but i dont understand who anyone wants from me. When i have no lie, no lie. Girls dont flock to talk to me and lol talking guy to guy, goodluck lol. im hitting my end ~Vailure Evercrest