Had this thought last night... The entire 2SB4 is like a masquerade. Whether you know it or not, whether they themselves know it or not, everyone hides behind a mask. Some masks have already worn so thin, you can see through them, see the real person behind them. Others carry on wearing their masks, thinking they've pulled off the act well enough that the mask has already blended into their skin. But a mask is a mask, however you look at it. A person can never be his mask; neither can the mask be the person. Hmm...
Almost laughed to death (yes, again) in CWC today. Grah I really should stop going for meetings. 'Tis bad for my health... Sobx... Oh vells...
Freedom
The freedom to be me Not who you want me to be To be the girl behind the mask To cast off my protective husk To write and write, all day and night Without bounds or thoughts of wrong and right The world may stare For all I care They might cast me out Like some IMH inpatient, without a doubt But I shall laugh and cry As the world rolls by And nobody will ever know why...