Wearing a mask sometimes can be painful. For one, it straps the head so tight, you can't think straight and can't think properly. It also suffocates you a little, leaving you short of breath after doing the simplest of things. The worst thing is that when you take off that suffocating and constricting piece of mask at night, you feel much more of a hypocrite.
That mask is on my face now... I really hope to take off that mask and face the world, but without her to give me strength, I guess the cover up will do for me.
But the utmost of priorities now is to make sure she's feeling ok, that she is alright. I really hope she is. If she's feeling down, I feel it 10 times worse. I'll wait for her, even if she's lying to me, I'll just carry on waiting. She told me everything I know, but I'm sure she didn't tell me everything she knows...
I fell for her... Fell from such a height that I bruised real bad. But her simple and gentle words can heal those bleeding scars, I know they can. I really hope to see her soon. She will know what I mean.
Time to take off that mask and go to sleep, I guess. Ei tot.