young folks.

so, i'm a liar.
i accept this.
every time someone asks me if something is wrong and i say no, i'm lying.
i conceal so much from the world that i've forgotten that it's bad to do so.
concealing ... repression. it's all the same.
and i do it daily.
i smile because i prefer to make everyone else happy before myself.
fuck a fedora.
i'm too curious for my own good.
i always want to know.
that's what's lurking.
it's in my mind.
i call him/it neebles.
neebles wants what he can not have.
neebles ruins everything, just to know what it's worth.
i can't explain neebles. he just popped in.
i wish neebles would leave. i'm happy, or so i thought.
maybe he'll leave when i actually AM happy?

yarrrrrrrr.
repress repress represss