TheDarkUnderTheMask

You don't know me and I don't know you, nice and simple.

Maybe I want you to know me and I want to know you...then again, maybe I don't.

I don't know what I want at the moment, so I doubt you do, don't blame me as I can't blame you. Call me emotional, weak, pitiful, lame and stuff, I'll probably throw my own sucky insults back while crying. Hate me, destory me, break me and ignore me, I'll weep by myself silently and try to do the same, either to you or me. I hate the world, that is a lie, what is true and what is not, do I want to know that truth?

I'll be open on here unlike in life, I'll try to express myself as I often can't, I'm moody but in reality I hate bothering the people close to me.

So instead I'll bother you as I don't know you, I'll throw my problems at you as I don't really care if you suffer my darker feelings under the mask.

I never said I was a good person, I hate people, I hurt people, I'm no angel.

I'm only human, and humans are monsters. We are all monsters, none of us can be innocent forever...or ever.

You'll know me better than my parents if you read most of the things I write.

I'm not a good person, I don't think you are either.