Sometimes, in the face of pressure, anger and depression..we have to be strong, no doubt about that.

Sometimes, we put on layers and layers of masks to prevent people from knowing how we feel. Either because we don't want to burden them with problems, or because they're tired of hearing the same old shit.

But, if you've been doing that for a long time. Let's say almost 480 days. Or a year plus to be exact. You begin to wonder which is your real self. Where'd your real smile run off to? The one you had on when you were really pleased, not the one you have on when you want to hide all the sadness.

You tend to change. Some people can see that, some people can't see through it at all. Some remain ignorant that you're actually going through something.

You've heard of heroes who bare the burden of the world on their shoulders, of heroes who saved the world and remain in modesty several times.

Well, I guess I'm not as modest as them, neither am I a hero of sorts. I just want my world to stand up still, to not crash down on me, to have my mask removed one day, to release the contents inside the demon's bottle into the ocean of the past.

So...waiting for that day to come now. For now I just have to continue putting on this persona, to hide another uglier one, to guard the dark cell where something hideous resides. I'm sure a lot of people have this inside..good luck guarding yours.

Just a random post after all.