Believe me when I say I am aware of the hatred. The fakes smile and Hellos, the menacing goodbyes, deep down caring less for my presence or existence. Believe me, the lies will soon fade and the mask will drop unleashing the truth. There is no need to pretend to love or even care. There is no need to pretend, it is obvious the heart is cold as Antarctica, actions show much more then one can perceive.

Life has Blossomed and grown me. I love me. So ,Believe me when I say i sense the fakery. I rather be alone than to be in a room full of people who pretend to like me.

close up shot of a glass jar with honey
Photo by Yuliia Bas on


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