Everything is a lie.
Ain’t that the spirit?
I don’t say this with a bitter heart. I’m compassionate when I give someone access beyond hard armor.
Is it strange I place my faith upon?..
Whatever you desire, you believe is real. But it’s not. Nothing is what it seems. If need be, review the fickleness within your friends, dependency versus interpersonal cyclic manipulative roads between every relation and lover.
Give attention to the gloom under your rug where buried secret emotions dance against it’s own twilight and into tainted expectations that mesh well with authentic delusions.