Tonight is one of those nights where I can’t stop blaming myself. This is usually one for the book, but not tonight. 

I’ve been falling apart. All the masks that I’ve put on are breaking. 

They’ve fallen off and broken into those pieces that are just too complicated to even attempt to re construct. 

You think you notice shit, but you really don’t.

I don’t understand why I have to suffer. I backspaced the word suffer a couple times because I felt like that was too intense, but that word fits. 

Suffer.

I guess if these masks keep breaking, that means you have to find more masks. It just goes on. And I guess if my scars are healed, that means I’m okay.

No.