in the face of reality
within my own mind, i justified my actions and my behavior. i was living in my own perfect world, yet everyone around me kept telling me otherwise. i refused to listen, i refuse to accept such accusations, it took a serious talk with my brother, the news of one of my grandmothers in her death bed and the tears of my father to realize that i have been living behind a mask all this time. i hid behind this mask to avoid reality, to avoid so many emotions. a mask that until today i’ve finally became aware of its existence.
all along the problem HAS been me, not the people around me
