dead.

dead.

I feel so silly.. I have these daydreams everyday With this childish intuition that sometime later that they will become a reality, But they never do. Not once. When things are going too well, it's like I always expect a shitstorm to happen, Because that's what usually does happen. My mind is a sad place. and I am a sad person. And I'm a coward, and a fake. I'm a phony, scared of his own trials and tribulations, whose loud mouth won't back off when things are seen from the top down. But from the bottom up, I'm shit scared of people, myself, and everything around me.