Insomnia

Insomnia, my definition is something along the lines of - wow, I'm so troubled I can't sleep - and so it is.

Sometimes I wonder though if people really see me as troubled. Somehow I'm not sure that is at all possible. I've made a pretty good mask. I reaffirm my acting efforts with some inquiry from the people around me time to time.

Which means I'm never really truly honest.

Sad day when I'm too scared to be truly honest because I'm so used to things never going the way I would like them too. That is life. I suppose everyone wears a mask, I just wear the one most people wouldn't expect. The mask that doesn't blend in. It's like I'm a fucking ninja during the day, a paradox. Like most other masks mine is also an ever changing face.

I take that back though, the only thing I'm not honest in is love. These days love is just some fantasy, never really attainable with all the insincerity around us. You'll never find it because people like myself can never be satisfied when gifted a little more brain than the rest.

I don't believe that either.

What to believe? The whims of the heart change day by day.

Why do you think my name is The Character?